Lyrics:
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
things)
(Other things I just don't know how to)
(For example... Well, if you listen you'll understand. Look)
I reminisce days where I used to get mocked
crew) that's the lineage
(And the true school crew)
You need that veil of anonymity
Where sales transcend hand to hand proximity
Revoke the old
stop frontin to your friends like you knew me
Cause you don't and you never did, kid
So FUCK your respect and the shit you claim ya did
To all ya real,
true"
I'm so old school I was at the first supper serving soulfood
And Arroz con Pollo', but I bet you had no clue
That pilgrims were the first
don't stop rappin'
Now let's compare the lifestyles, of me and you
You're phony and I'm all about bein' true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
Hey, my name's Malik and Killer Mike's my dad
If you don't like what he's sayin', so what
That's life
Told you last tape I'm a killer man
I'm
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
is all this insolence? You will find yourself in
gladiator school vewwy quickly with wotten behaviour like that.
(The GUARD tries to stop giggling.
the rest
You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
That's the place I call home
Where the Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, listen to me
mix the juice and gin (true)
Punch your mom in the face I don't even give a fuck (smack)
Count up thousand dollar bills, you know me I get them bucks
hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Someone said (don't stop)
Back in high school, I used to bus
This blue label taste nice
I'ma take you my hood
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
North
tryna be Durk
But I’ma send my bitch to school
I don’t need no lawyer
Law can’t stop me
Ima need me an accountant
These niggas stay pocket watching
Like
alone, cuddy said, "Wait up, my homes
Don't just go hit 'em 'cause I gotta drive you
Focus on aimin' that blick at his dome," no cap
You motherfuckers
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
your way to ack like you care
I'm gettin' even more sick of school
by the minutes don't do nothin'
for me cause I don't want you see why I don't like
Loaded
Duffys in the back they swollen
Roll it, you cannot focus
Blowing pack this hocus pocus (Poof)
Don't fuck with these n*ggas, they not true
never capped in the game
All my verses is true
What you know about you
From when I popped out the womb
I've been following Doom
It's 2 caps in my name
So
on what you believe."
You know, "Hey man, ain't no way to know for sure who God is or what's really true."
But that means you believe your own statement;
my paint change to blue
By the way my paint change to red, you would swear I'm claiming that too
Yeah they be banging that Whoo Kid, and be banging
to school
Be calm and cool don't be no fool
I'm talkin to northern, northwestern, and central too
K.C. and Choice we gonna rock for you
I'm sayin peace to my
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip
It don't stop, it don't stop
Gettin' rocked, it don't stop
It's not
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip
It don't stop, it don't stop
Gettin' rocked, it don't stop
It's not
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