Lyrics:
I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
And all the other little boys passed our way
Son
like a leech
I'm a motherfucking freak. City boy, can't you see
Brooklyn's very own, birth a little nigga to his peak
Running wild through these
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
down chimney
You're more than a gift to me
Holly merrily 'tis the sea
Son be caroling
Out your window
So I know you hear
Why I'm so filled with cheer
And Paulie getting money so them
Bitches all on him
And his young boys riding
They ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key
a stretch
Like prehistoric Rex
Don't ask me to be your guest feature
More or less, your new song a foreplay like a tease before the sex
You need some more
posted, doses of little bits
Of happiness in focus
See i pick up on vibes
And what goes on behind
Them eyes
Are they in line with
Mine?
I wont be blinded by
rollin' out that movie
Hiss of Al-Lat
Call me a fuzzy bear
Looks a little bit like a guy
'cool me down this feeling'
He said about the Chevy cry
I'm like
not?)
From out of Indiana like bees from a hive
Came a little known team called the Jackson 5
They came with a mission impossbily tough
To whip the Dream
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around)
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around)
Every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around) Every
the works, all in the planning
Burnin' like a candle or a lantern
To the point that my skin getting a little tanner
Done my damage now it's time I retreat
But
than the DJ,
Tell her she should blow me like candles on ya B-Day,
Cause I've signed more lines then she's passed on the freeway,
More checks then you
hollering out fuck 12 (Fuck 12)
Arrested right at school they pulled me out of the class
After that ain't a month go by I wasn't harassed
Matter fact, I
myself up piece by piece
Little do you know I
Need a little more time
Yea, Yea, Yea
I'll be one the greats when I die
I'll be in heaven
I found out what
it through the grapevine
Great wine takes time
Though it's by design
The blind
Struggle to read more, than dollar signs
Birds of a feather flock
Less talking stuff gunshot in a boy mouth
Genahsyde, the clip full up a poison
Dawg, come make we find him house (Now enuh)
Rifle a do the best
talking shit out of the side of they neck
What the heck?
It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less
And lesson 1: if
Ab-Soul
Shout out my motherfucking brother
Dom Kennedy for all them good talks we had
About keeping this shit independent
Shout out my little brother, Joey
a little bit less to give
But you're effortlessly a majesty, and I've got nothing more than this
Don't focus ahead of us
From all the pain and the blue,
got sixteen more to feed
Love, oh, crazy love
(Let's us say a poem)
(Alright, June, I'll say the first line)
(The rabbit's nose is shining, I'll
got sixteen more to feed
Love, oh, crazy love
(Let's us say a poem)
(Alright, June, I'll say the first line)
(The rabbit's nose is shining, I'll
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