Lyrics:
Somehow you knocked down
Make the wrong move
You gonna fuck around
Get locked down
Wisdom is a gift
You don't wanna lose
Not now
5 years
10 years later in
ask all the time
In 5 years where I see myself
10 years later if you told me id be where I am now
Then I wouldn't even believe myself
Nigga I did
right
Wasn't in no bullshit I'm in the crib by 10 at night
But innocents die all the time it don't matter in this life
It don't matter in this life
So I'm
a nine to straight ten
Room packed filled with nines and tens
All bad bitches and they friends
Faded thinking that I need you
But in the end, I really
dead bodies and glass pipes
That was the age four, and by the age ten
They opened up the caged doors and let the fuckin' beast out
Fuck my auntie
[Chorus]
THIS IS MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM
MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM
Well Chuck D'sannouncin'
Flava's doin' color
Halftime enterntainment by Dre
me down
Can't come from round this, what's keeping me?
Asked myself this all year, things seem so deep
Colors too pretty to take in, forget they
mac a baby hood rat remeber
way back then when it was 1985 all the way live i think
i was about 10 of those happy little niggas singing the blues that
B
Drunk n high
Drunk n high
Did it all year to get this hyped
Drunk n high
Drunk n high
Did it all year to get this vibe
Bitch you got me fucked up
Broken, twisted, this is your home
Turn it all around another year goes by
Another held back tear from your eyes
Bottle it up and drink all that shit down
want me alone in night time
Give me someone to chase the skyline
Beautiful world with unmatched design
Given us by the greatest divine
All we want is
Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Häagen-Dazs gobbles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock
Timbs
Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions
Round nozzle touchdown, Häagen-Dazs gobbles White House
Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock
on billboards
Top ten nigga with the streams in billions
I just want to be the nigga taking the lead yeah yeah
Taking the lead yeah yeah
I cant do this all by
& Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond!
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yeah, what more do y'all want from us?
We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough
Years we got
broke kids is calling me rich
Wanna be called by the coach, he got me warming the bench
All cause I broke our star player ankle,
It seems I still can't
They done fucked around, got a nigga pissed off
Nice little thot got a stiff arm
Did the Heisman on the ho, got the stiff arm
Fuck all that biting
a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie,
And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by.
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old
of leggings and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old fashioned lady
reason I was cast down on this land
Is to sit in front of the MPC and turn the bland into the Flambé
Things to play to make your day
Same shit ten years
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
This a bust down wrist i could throw away ha
Bitch we multiply that hunnid by the sunday
We was outside serving all the fiends out the Hyundai
Bitch I'm
the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
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