Lyrics:
partays
Had to push a couple vacations back on layaway
But it was alright cuz you made it work out anyway
And it's by the grace of God that you standing
9:07 AM, February 2nd, 2019
There are still fat raindrops on the double-paned windows, jiggling
Those windows look out to the street from the old
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
Brian Robbo - IT’S YOUR LIFE Vol. 2
INTRO: Ugh
Lord have mercy
Kids of nowadays
Aren’t listening
Alright
Lets go
Yeah
Hook: I
But that's a compliment
Plus y'all fucking with the realest on the continent
Independent solo content by the boat load album number 1 with no promo
No
till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I
dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
healing verses
To alleviate pain
How it all got started
In the summer of Two Thous
This dude name Al
Introduced me to Christian rap style
First MC that he
To alleviate pain
How it all got started
In the summer of Two Thous
This dude name Al
Introduced me to Christian rap style
First MC that he showed me
Was
Two strangers
1969, that's when I arrived
Little farm in the country, I'm the youngest of five
Mom and dad was always fighting, they couldn't see eye
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris]
If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!
I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!
So if you with me and you
that they can only survive through your genocide
Strike 1
Strike 2
Strike 3
Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too
to the capsule
Told them niggas now I am the captain
I'm running the streets with the mask off
Then we run through your house like a task force
Like Trae by nature
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
And nigga, you can't play wit my yo yo
She keep a fo-fo and the H2
Sittin' on low pros, whooaa
And 50 know, she roll with 50 hoes
And keep them sticky dro
or two knives on my waist
Waste I can't slit any throat with the knives I don't have cuz my faith
Told me to let all the vengeance be handled by someone
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
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