Lyrics:
resent me
'Cause all they tricks is in a rush to sex me
But I've been heavy in this
Game since seventy one
The world ain't ready for my
Mom duke celebrity
shooting back
But my shot's getting caught by the vest that I put on
I ain't really a killer at least I won't admit it
What would you think you knew all
throwing punches Like Cass’ Clay
But like Ali I needed time
To hone my last name
I need legacy, I’m looking past fame
All that shit gets me
Is awkward
is you’ve done,
Tell me where u wanna end up,
Nigga I don’t really know,
All I know is that I’m better than my last self,
Even if it’s bad health,
Tell
supposed to be (off that bloodline thang)
This ain't the way it's supposed to be!
This ain't the way, shit is supposed to be!!
[Big Stan]
Now I done
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
woman from now on (oh girl)
I'm sorry
Said I'm sorry for everything (ohh, sorry)
That I ever done to you (all the things I've done to you)
(The
the winter solstice, winter soldier in the nest
I could do this all day, Roger that I’m the captain
Black Panther with a magnum, need the hammer then I’m
enjoy the finer things
Unless you stack a lot of them digits
Finding out the true killer of joy is capitalism
Oh was that too deep?
Just let me know, I
to improve my mind
I wanna do things for the benefit of all mankind
I say to the willow tree, "Don't weep for me"
I'm saying to hell with all things that
Yeah, yeah yeah (I-)
I been with fast talking, since the beginning man (Fast!)
His flow was so trash, that's why we done trimmed it man (Yeah, yeah)
Holy
and writing, rapping like no other
Beats that I produce, stuck into your brain
I don't even know if I can do this shit again
Writing all these lyrics so that
on a mission
Listen to me
How can I make you understand imma general
Even if you poppin the competition is minimal
Kan City killers and you can bet that we
to being done
My girl left
My cousin's death
I've lost some
Ollie we miss you
What I would do
For you and your Dad's patience
The lives y'all had
I can't be
it all, money, cars and everything (you can have it all)
All, even give up my street dreams
All, anything to have you on my team (baby, know that I
worth?
I've got to kill the sandman
What's the point of all the dreams if I can never chase them?
I've got to kill the sandman
He gives me all these
daughter's growing up, what the fuck am I doin
If i just never make a dime from all these friendships in ruin
And every woman that i made play second string
the version they wanted to see go and call me the snyder cut
I mean I just might erupt, all you dudes looking kinda sus
Got so many badges so whether these
I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?
and you were strangers
And now we're fucking dangerous
You can't really blame us for the things that we've done
I'm the newest version of me that's 5.1
that mean
Too many, too many niggas done lost their lives
Out in broad day
Over things no one their right mind could ever justify
So many, so many kids
people so torn up by all these factions
Yeah it gets lonely but I guess it's alright
Because if your memory's serving, that's just what I like!
Now it's
this one you can call me Dax
These are the lessons learned
Best believe I won’t make the same mistakes
Look at all the things I’ve learned
Don’t test me
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
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