Lyrics:
cum
Like Plankton lives in a chum bucket like a bum
Cuz I could be "Better Than Ever"
It could be better than my first album on the song "Better Than
dicin'
Or Walter White with a ciggy full of Ricin
That's what speed do
I'm gonna hit them with the EQ
I'm Mike Moustakas playing third base
In my light
time
Not gonna lie must folks never stay for the ride
Why live a lie work hard game times over in five
No need for nines trust god when in need of a sign
you too but please dont force us
Mama told me one day imma live it like I am royalty
Looked up and said "bet that by the time you out your fourties"
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
Nirvana started as a live band
(Don't all bands?) we played around
For two years before the
Release of Bleach in June, 1989 at the time
Live shows
Essie Mae’s,
Hard times I cope by giving my people hope they like Ced spit that shit cause I give em a new life quote,
Shortie wrote me a message said I
know life a privilege and I fully live it
Skating to the money how I kick these rhymes and flip all my new hits
Don't need to prove this, run up a check
love being all by my lonely and matching myself, cause only in I who I trust
Copped me a zip and said fuck it and went made music on behalf of the buds
Salt in the wounds of the broken backs
Pocketbook fat when the clones attach
But by far you look sharp but be warned
There be a day when they come to say
Iraq
Rolling up cookie it calm my nerves and keep my mind on track
Verse 5
Must be getting old now I can't trust a soul
Hustle by myself trying to live
your girl when offices often hit you back again
Hell on earth, call it the blackening
On this level burn, evading cages we some savages
Know that no
a poop on the devil,
Please, do forgive me for stooping to your level!
If you dig, then scoop here's a shovel,
Either hit china or a dirty mud puddle.
replayin' all my favorite parts about you
How could i have known life would hit a nigga dis hard
Im seein stars dat aint been ridin' round in foreign rich
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
I got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't eightball at the mall with
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
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