Lyrics:
yo I spit nice so hit
Twice got another gonna get right
You I been tight
I make about double platinums for my
Album got about 10 mics
Nigga I'm
blown apart
I hope my daughters be like Joan
Of Arc, my son like Bonaparte, ay
Here's a fresh batch of
Lies for my self-esteem
So my kids could profit off
the tre with Alex
So inspired by all of these blacks staying in mansions
Time passed, my congrats on graduations and marriage
Same time got me reminded i
be some challenge, but I guess not
Just some young folks who don't respect the craft
I'm sure you got someone in mind that this directed at
You're old
couldn't tell by your demeanor
And your court serving love like a young Serena
Your take on this situation's astonishing
No one cares about irrelevant
known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was
the young
Bands that played so tightly and knit
Will soon become unstrung
She'll be just another face
Out of town and out of place
When the songs
Hold up
Hold up
Self-employed so I'm paying me
Stayin' true 'cause it stay to be
Won't loud part candy captain then get a ticket then pay the V
Yeah, I feel I've been doing
This for a lifetime
But y'all still don't know my name
But you gon' learn today
It all started back in 1994 boy
A young
on a muthafuckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, nigga lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch
I really be trying, My life feel like I live alone on an island, Im David to these giants, bears, tigers, and lions, The struggle made me defiant, I
I was told I'm not a star by a couple folks
Still found a way to put myself in discussion
Next up talks the check come
I turn Yeezus with the Jesus
small
When you go and get some money they be all up in yo draws
I know how it feels to have and lose it all I know how it feels to gain and lose it all
blessin fiends
We the men of empty dreams
My every, master piece
Influenced by street tragedys
Got family, tried jackin me
A lotta fun that'll be
stop
Cause its 187 on a muthafuckin cop
And ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
By a reckless young black pit
Indo or tai, nigga lets get
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