Lyrics:
look immaculate
And I got a village on my back
Can’t turn my back on it
This opportunity can’t let it pass me by
That’s why I’m passionate
Worked half
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now
with pride
These twenty happy years since you became my bride
It is all too absurd, you're so cross and abrupt
So I don't say a word or you're bound
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
reinstated with laughter
Just like, TV dinners gonna evolve into platters
Set your own pace, it's your life, opinions don't matter
Yeah, Rebel natured I come
on showing Your face
Only through faith I can finish the race
My life is filled by Your grace
Keeping in step cause I wanna obey
You settin the pace
Broke all
struggle with the same shit
And wrote the threat of addiction off with the same sip
Drowning, holding on to anything and everything around me, staring down
The difference is
It's still do or die
We cut them 3 words down to 3 letters
It's still u-n-i
I got this life inside me now
Forever still by your side
Let's ride
I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards,
the letters
Murder I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground
I'm benching him
Oh wait, I forgot to mention the name
G.O.D got that man
When I can't walk feel I lame
Paid the cost, cross frosted up on my chain
slippery, like someone tried to mop
But then this wack song starts playing on the stereo, I gotta change it though
Look down, hit fast forward
And I don’t
a thousand times worst
Dime piece, gun in her purse, one in her skirt
Cross me, bet ya life that my bitch burst
Got me lockin down the world for the North
phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
loss nigga)
(Trust no bitch criss-cross nigga)
Shit, smoke it to the face, give no fuck
Smoke it to the face, I don't give no fuck
Nigga talking all that
bout you all the time
Always and forever
Comes in spurts and moments
Aided by something potent
Don't cross the line, encroachment
Massages w the lotion
down by the lake
Down by the lake
Down by the lake
Down by the lake
Down down down by the lake
green
The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets
I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones
with regret and get down on yourself
Move at your own pace and don't compete with no one else
And when it comes to your health, don't be afraid to ask
like a pogo stick, don't
Slow down, pick up your pace, uh
Fuck this world, to the perp my kids
Pussy boy he go under that grave, uh
Tuck your tail, when
move at my own pace
I know God's watching that's why everyday I'm saying grace
I know they pray for my demise but still on my way
They throw Black magic
That you will take the rain with you
And a life pulled from out of the dark could see new light
A cold abyss imprisonment and shackled down by
with pride
These twenty happy years since you became my bride
It is all too absurd, you're so cross and abrupt
So I don't say a word or you're bound
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