Lyrics:
essence
Living by this mission its hard to miss the blessings
Caressing the mic like a newlywed wife
Ink flows from my pen in hopes to truly shed light
Upon
and the nigga came so far
to keep his name unscarred
but it's hard
when the bitch is all up your face
threatin' niggas wit their 'cause
or a can of mace
I came
this is bout as hard as it gets, tha projects saturated wit drugs and dealers, and the streets consist of the guns and cold killas, It?s bad enough man
around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing
way too long
Beggin God please, bring me home
I stopped before, three or four days
Always end up back in the same place
People call me a junkie,
show
The way to the promised land
Ride like the storm across
The ocean in the south
A hunt between those three and death and time
Who will reach
young, right from wrong, good and bad
Never knew my dad, but we had mama
Through all the drama and the rain, hard times and the pain
The type of shit that
of playing
These cats try hard but don't hear what I'm saying
Run for cover, if you're on the wall then get off it
Get this thing shaking like a mosh pit
created/
With their pitiful minimal efforts to make statements
I spit on em got em schillin out money to cover their late payments/
Cause they're way
clothes, but it is paid by some other nigga
Its cool you know Soopafly got something bigga
You know I have you going off like a trigga
One bitch is all I
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda,
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass
[Girl singing]
Too many years have gone by we're still strugglin
We fuss and fight think it's time for new boogining
But everytime I think that I
Deadly rhymes I announce and pounce when I write them
Wild out in my own house when I write them
I mean, he's way cool, he breaks rules
Gets cash in
a neechie go stupid and dumb cuz that's how we do where I'm from
No, no, I don't live by the gun but yet I still love to shotgun
Like Metro don't trust you,
McCallan
But this dude steps up in my face
He's like, "Oh my God, Spose? No way!
Bro, Spose, put your money away
I'm buying you a drink"
I'm like, "Dude, I
stank
I'm Mary
Charley
By the way
I'm told we open Saturday
What?!
You're not serious!
Nobody's ready!
Apparently somebody cancelled
Once upon a time there was a railroad line
Don't ask where, brother, don't ask when
It was a road to Hell- No! It was hard times
It was a world
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