Lyrics:
it melt in her palms
Look in the eye of the storm
Don't get destroyed by his charm
Can feel this shit in my chest
Bout time I put you on
Swear I’ve
that you
Hesitate on what just might be heaven sent, Boo
Your destination ain't defined by what you've been through
And everybody needs somebody they can
Good
Before they called me slurs, same words only Ellen would use
Heaven could use a few cool Rue motherfuckers
That look like me and you
This that
on a star but nowadays I need space: satellites
See the black shades white chain, flashing lights
Never thought I could of felt this low in the highlights
So
on a star but nowadays I need space: satellites
See the black shades white chain, flashing lights
Never thought I could of felt this low in the highlights
So
streets
Summer time in the city but I feel weak
The air's thick round Oxford St., fountains running by Centre Point
where we used to meet
It's all changed
I feel no peer pressure. If I lived in Cali
between Blood and Crip blocks I'd be a cross dresser, I'm the man.
If i stood up and started rhyming
History is written with ink that is blood
There are eyes below and in the heavens above
Dictating the game setting the stage
complacent inept
something crazy
Everybody wanted to know what I would do if I didn't win
I guess we'll never know
Inspired by one of my friends think they mans can lock me
No
covet
The caliber is high as the heavens you can't top it
The land is rugged
Preparing the greatest for destiny
I prefer it to faking celebrity
They get
I keep fighting I keep
Hiding all the pressure
Hide behind a mask to coincide
With all the extras
Cut my ties, lie me on the stretcher
Finding my own
Going 99, highway driving
This song and I, are synergizing
Watch the sky, shift the lighting
Feeling high, summer vibing
Heaven knows I tried
Not
God put my blood on the cross
Please forgive me for my evil
Nobody else knows
I confess my sin through my mafia flow
This big lair should have had
from the roof, ay
Politicking with the higher ups
In my air max (Yeah)
Tryna make returns on their investments
(Yeah)
Never comprimise from the pressure
to trouble)
Street runners
Your running me crazy with this one
I
Run
With
Trouble
[Verse 2]
And just the other day my nigga Chris killed himself
I
back
So when you come through this bitch, hell yeah we coming strapped
[Z-Ro]
Motherfuck I heard a trumpet blow, what happened to the sun my nigga
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