Lyrics:
talk too much
Momma say I'ont talk enough
In the dark I'm like a torch
From the hood, I hopped the porch
I don't bang or slang on gang
But my dada
and made sure little bro was looked at
Pops got evicted, not a smack
Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
The bum got done by the one
the other yes men hyping wifey see
You ain't gotta talk about me spitefully
I just might fuck her you get hype with me
You don't know what I go through
to better your soul?
Sometimes you're beaten down, at the end of your rope
Sometimes you come out of it with a lesson and a little hope
How many days you
a monster when nobody's watching
You claim that you got it, we know that you don't
You say you got money, we know that you broke
Your niggas stay sleepin',
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
SoundScan's dropping
There's only two options, huh, die while grovelling
or be a man and stand to these bitches and coward men
Now and then it's gonna happen,
some pull off some horrible deeds
Rumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead
By the time you hear what somebody said
It's stretched out, they
to me was in London
but by the time I reached there little red brick house
Carrie and her father were gone
#The summer sun is fading as the year grows
instant
Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I'll
they ain't never gon get that case solved
Little ole chopper wit some big ole bullets
Never put your money against me that's foolish
Little ole robber
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
by on a regular day
But now walking out on our commitments are easier
Than putting in the work it takes
Okay
I could talk about this constant debate
I just wanna be like you,
Walk like, talk like, even think like you
The only one I could look to
You're teaching me to be just like you
Well I just
Yeah, man
You know it's easy to talk about doin' somethin'
But when it comes down to the action part
The most folks take a little light vacation
I
stop us
To Addis, Asmara, don't you forget Rwanda
Brooklyn, Planet Rockers, the belly of the monster
Senegal and on to Haiti and the DR
Everywhere that
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
We've come so far in two months
Broke down like a little bitch in a trunk
Took her by the hand and lost my funk
Spitting up a pill now we gettin'
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
Eleven days later his skull was crushed
So message sent
"We take nothing by conquest"
That was the mantra
The military wasn't human
They was just monsters
ya
Them niggas'll kill, for real
One for the money, nothin' after that shit
I'm gettin' foreign money, money talks with an accent
Life is a maze,
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
with me cause I know how to make 'em holler and
My gentleman bits are longer than a symphony by Mahler
With every passing day, my verbiage increases
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