Lyrics:
On the couch with a chick, 2K on the sticks
We kickin' shit, just kickin' shit
I only rap about my life I used to live trife
Now I'm kickin' shit,
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
met the Fa'atasi Family
Went on to rock talent quest, numerous shows
Last minute rugged cuts haha sabre let 'em know
(Feleti)
Hysterical productions
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
serious
Ha (it's the Roc) yeah, yo
Let's go
Post Positano, Hov' hanging with Bono
U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you, too, can cool out
wanna get two partners alone
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
Got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up, and gotta pick
, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up and gotta pick which car I'ma drive
The Doubble R 760, or the 645, I'm
Raw
Burning up but what do we know?
Live to learn; wait another minute
By the will to die
Their haunted houses were made of strangers
He'll break
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I
coming; an old thing going, it tells you that life is change
The world keeps a Spinning, as we live and die within it
By moment or by minute, reminding us
And hang with ya, when ya full of Patrone
And oh yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
Wild West Doing good like Kanye
On the block like a lego taking the photos
I got a song called Fenty Michael Barbados
Still on point Michael Jackson
shake the city, so I shook that shit like a crying toddler
Hit the gelato papaya, took a sip of the Jose
Everything turned red for eight minutes, woke
been abducted by the block
But I had to escape
Imagine my fate
Traveling and stacking the cake
After my wake
Bust 25 for me
'Cause I'll ride for y'all
If them no support you you
Can learn by the hardest way
They won't support you but
Judge you if you stay away
Away Away Just like Oxlade
We out here
a talent
Till I was shown a different way
Live inside a will that is
Pulling me away
I can see the actions
That were holding me at bay
I seem to learn
hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
It's time to take you to the other side
The side you gotta watch your A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit
I'm not a star, well
thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
abducted by the block
But I had to escape
Imagine my fate
Traveling and stacking the cake
After my wake
Bust 25 for me
'Cause I'll ride for y'all
And y'all
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
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