Lyrics:
But, baby, I ain't on that stuff (I ain't on that stuff)
Dropped her off and told her call me up
We could talk (talk)
Conversate about political
my head is full of steam
I punch a wall and then I scream
I blame myself for all my problems
At this rate I'm dropping albums
I just need some peace
Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall, turn my back on you, all of you finished
Back to these bullets, it's back to the job, pull my MAC out
I am a victim of your alibi
I thought you might come by
I waited here for you
I am a victim of my own demise
Sacrifice the lies
I could not keep from
You wanna slap?
Ima make it happen
Ima pull up to the spot like the fucking captain
Pulling rabbits out my hat, you could call it magic
I'm not
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
But I gotta keep it to myself huh
Strong enough to handle all my shit by myself huh
Cause we think is weak to talk about our feelings
Bottle up till we
counterfeit
I'd rather be broke than a liar who tries to inspire by
Preaching quick, anything worthy take time
A wall ain't a wall, build it up brick by brick
myself)
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish em well
Your cart
gonna crawl, uh (crawl)
Then I'm gonna walk, uh huh (walk)
Then I'm gonna stand, uh huh (stand)
Then I'm gonna talk, uh (talk)
Then
to clapping, soldier action specialty of style
We made the whole world respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggas talk shit and get mad
Cause we did
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
I'm alive I'm awake now
Talk of the block when I came down
Life is on display now
I could never stay down
I say
At the top looking way down
Way way
I've been alive for even longer
To be honest I could've never predicted this progress
Look at where we started
Now its 80 bars like Hov did
God did
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
to the trap, get it fast
Take a sip, call a Lyft, tell a joke I'ma laugh
And you know I'm spazzin', no coke I'ma pass
We could talk but I don't wanna know
signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so
a plan cuz im a man so I react
E City tell you that their SAC President had a SACK
I got the Flow so let me talk
I ain't have no wheels that I could ride
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
eyes
Converge on your hand
I wish that we could just talk
I wish that we could just move it move it
I try to talk but I can't
My mouth's a room for
listenin' to this project
If you, if you know me, go ahead and DM me right now
Let me know what you think of the album
Go ahead, text me, let me know
I
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