Lyrics:
we get dressed to travel, got an early flight
Been doing laps of the earth, we're doin' laps of the sun
Tryna put where I'm at on the map 'cause
the ounces in a brick
In the bity got some blood homies an I fuck with crips
Feds will put u in the blender don't get caught up in the mix
Cuz They'll have
I cannot stop, See me on top
Ball like the best, Spalding or Wilson
Climbing them rocks, they threw since a youngin
I got so damn hungry, The money
Chemically insane, insane
This pain don't ever go away, away
Skating down Wilson
Super high feel like I'm scaling up buildings
Shows on the rooftop
So fire I
got a road I can get to, I'll go 'till perfecto
Like a cigar, come to me just to get smoked
Stand by my actions, can't walk in my shoes
You don't get
fresh snow
When it's time to spar, so-called spitters get strep throat
They know
I got the Deathstroke
The Slade Wilson blades, kill sons
Over
cares, wake up stronger than the mind this design is... yo (WILSON)
Your only friend on the island
Cast me away probably never gonna find em
Cuz if it
Diamonds dripping Like a faucet
Neck on froze and I got these haters Nauseous
Don’t get to close, better proceed with some caution
Over night, over seas
forget to mention my attention was exclusive yo direction
Now I'm tryna stay away from all relations
I gotta keep a weapon for protection I got drugs in my
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
her
She know I don't need her
(Like when Tom Hanks lost Wilson on Castaway)
But now she's seemin' insecure (Damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, okay I got a new
know?
So, he phones up the company
"yeah, we got one, " da
Dat dat da we get into the studio, you know
Two months later we go into the studio
To record
State's greedy
and Mr.Wilson hates Chicano's and condemns graffiti
Sacramento Symphony got cut back even starvin
Artist struggling the Ssreets of Sac
and mucho mas
Baby, you've got gravitas
You're the company I want to keep
Because you're...
Deep.
Deep, like
MLK, Marvin Gaye, Lady Day, Janelle Monáe
Deep
and a voice say halt
O gosh, o gosh
The owner fee the voice was a fat Police corporal
Standing by the sergeant wey dey ask me credential
I give him particulars
the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
We sixty-nine she wiggle around
Squeezin' her legs around my neck
And I heard she got a man
I don't give a fuck if he get upset
Told Lil Mocha grab
she got pregnant again I'd be the guy
To try to man up and raise the child by making her mines
I mean because, that's exactly what happened the first
Run away
Run away
Run away
Run away
Run away
What's a bitch
Got to do
To get some food
Around here
What's a bitch
Got to do
To get some food
Around here
that I might break
I've been working on the music almost everyday
Mixin/Masterin but the pens been away
Deflated like Wilson, an outcast like Tom
This
not.
I bought 'em for 99 cents apiece
You, You did?
I know where you can get 'em.
Here we go
For 99 cents
We're on
You got a better deal than I
On the nastiness I actually present when I'm rapping
I was trying to get him a check, not disrespect
Ok my nigga Hex and that nigga who's on my dick to death
You
just someday get to see my baby
Nestled up by my side?
Oh 'cause the death here and the dying
Man, the screaming and blood
It's a nightmare with no
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