Lyrics:
I know that i've been lost for so long
I don't think that I could be found
Your temptress touch and hold goes on
Inside my mind you play your game
peace) still remember where I was
Standing after the three-peat (For real)
Fro was lined up, yelling, "Kobe
" but playing peewee
Who you know that shoot
by ourself
And play them hatin ass muthaufuckas to the left
I ride in the back wit lil buss niggas
All of em back wit em black wit em black pumps
It's that think and roll tree song
Probably think they know me song
But totally wrong
Let me some more beats on
Driving around on one street with
my chest
Idc who dem be
Clear the road
I no care who dem see
Autopsy
They wan clear the deceased
Na Topsy
Na him work on the beat
So many times that i
mentality
and i can see there is nobody like me
See aint nobody knows where i come from, it don't matter son,
cause i know where i’m gonna be
right
You're the one who said I couldn't make it, yeah, I remember faces
Had to go put my heart on the line, just know I ain't nothin' basic
Had to go step
keep knocking
Take ya time but I hear em clocking
Take ya time but the clock who's watching?
Kobe and AI in the crib like they Van Gough
Good kid but how
Drivin' through the night wherever it goes
By the mornin' light I'll be down that road
Where a heart can see and the headlights know
Where the night ends
the family's different
Hanging round him every time that I would go and visit
I still feel like next time Ima be with you
My subconscious knows it ain't true
was raised in the land where the ocean meet the sand
I was raised by the river where the water ain't clearer
I could never lose courage ain't no
too high, and let it burn
Don’t test God, you don’t know him
Give it time, it all will make sense
Have faith but if you forget
It goes like this, I call
nada, strung you by your collar
The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper
I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef
But toss
need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried
to summertime, 2015
Where any other time I woulda found a reason to be
But hopelessness was like the theme, a reoccurring motif
Or was my energy the imagery I
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
Cool as you like smooth operator
Don't ask me where I got my name from
Thought they told you I’m a fool on the mic and there's no debating
Who they
the black folks[00:07.38]I'm outta here[00:12.46]No remorseful, it's time I'm with the quickest[00:15.38]And if I gotta buck 'em down so now you'd be my
and where it's all gone end
Standin firm and battle, I won't brake,
they won't win, I been crossed too many times, my attitude bug a friend
I'm runnin on tha
boy get rich
On the low, I be talking my shit
I had to tell myself don't waste your time on a sick witch
Mary Jane, that's who I talk to
Mary Jane is
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
the scoop I know the plan
Ask me no questions I tell you no lies
You know the deal the real criminals we dressed in suit and ties
Who holds the wealth you
time to ride, it’s time to ride,
Repping the who repping the what the southside,
Hell yea it’s time to ride, it’s time to ride,
Repping the who repping
all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggas could get it
Act like y'all don't know
In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch
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