Lyrics:
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
Wanna walk in a room, where everybody knows my name
Everybody plays my song and they know who I am
I just wanna be like you
I just wanna be like you
Wanna
friends, Westside in this motherfucka right here
Throw your hands in the air, Westside
Approach you and post a minute, yeah
All on my double 'R', tinted
fees and royalties
Our Herc had cash to burn
Now nouveau riche and famous
He could tell you
What's a Grecian urn?
Say amen
There he goes again
Sweet
them who's who
I don't even know your name yet
But I'm not complaining
Talking body language
I hear what you're saying
Tequila on your lips girl
My hands
You wanna interrupt me? You better fucking wait cos
I'm talking
There's way too much for me to say when
I'm talking
I'm on a twenty metre break and
I'm
of famous that I wanted to be
Looking through glass
Broken at last
Naked and painted
And losing my grasp
You can laugh
And gasp
As I twitch
dollar not a dime
So genetically inclined
Superstar that's who you are
They say seek and you shall find
Come get in my super car
Bless me with your
tell you I'm some bipolar, hard drug user
The J gets smaller, I'm lapping in my zone
Though surrounded by an entourage, I feel like I'm alone
I hate you for who you are
I love you for what you think you are
I see the hate in your eyes
When you're running for your life
I hate your faith
see
But until you cleanse yourself is when you'll see Hip Hop is free
And by Hip Hop I mean your everything, wait
Whut am I talking about? nobodies
because you don't see it, doesn't mean it's not true
Different lenses on different people
Who would've thought that all the people are just never equal?
Why
Now I see what fame will really get you
Bottle by the night stand, that ease the stress
Dealing with depression, pills on the dresser
Fiending for
that will set free. So why are you not speaking
So Christ can bring the peace - while you were sleeping
While you were sleeping; while you were sleeping
They pulled the wool over your eyes
Made you dance naked in the spotlight
They held their guns up to smoke the skies
Called it art
Put you up
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
an eyeball watching you
Who are the werewolves talking to
The moon is red and its big as hell
So the streets are alive and I'm by myself
This is Delray where
The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts
You're not impressed by me
But it's a funny way for you to tell me
A whisper in a choir stall
boarded
They want the dark
To consume us we can't start
Till you accept me for who I am
Cause it's who you are
I'll never let go a lifetime spent apart
Not
stuff but nothing of it
Write bare stuff but I don't use it
Could make you famous in my music
To anyone that views it
Whever you are lurking
In
Who is that? Who is that
Guess who's back
Who is that? Who is that
You know it's Li Qiller on the mic
First time writing braggadocio raps
Not really
neck
From which you're hanging by
You fear so much asphyxiating euphoria
So you quit from your urban life
You walk far from civilization
Until you reach
inscents
And pump through the vents of your mercedes-benz
And all my friends are almost famous
Making sex tapes to get on the a-list
Trynna get their faces
the street Guess who's tailing from behind
He's got a tractor
So i follow after tackle by
Surprise
You got knocked the fuck out Better stay the fuck down
You
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