Lyrics:
hell
Get caught go to jail, hour later make bail
Hit tha trap on tha same chic back to the mail
Get a rat, weigh her down we was tossin em up
Any nigga
All dem try kill me in my ends
I bought another Benz, mi nah guh stress
Feelin' like it's '99 again
This time we're highly blessed, highly blessed
the words Imma murder The charts
Expert with the words Imma murder The scene
In the school of grime man I've Earned me degree
Only real ones that are working
Slam
To left of your ear
Roll, roll then you start to go
Lazy eye on the signs as they slide by
Autopilot mode, zoned focus, talk in code
that's how it should be
Too many carboncopy rappers out there walking the beat
I can name bout six artist in the game that can speak
But the rest of you
Bloody mess out out here in the bus stop
And your girl she's gonna give
Me that top, top, top
Drive bys on the cops pull
Up to the bus stop!
Kids
Jesus piece, diamond-encrusted
Cause when Jesus comes back that's
How he's gonna judge it
(Sing-sing like Bilil)
They're like how dare you
Not sell your
hands for peace
We let our hands speak
Last cunts I call in case of emergency
Pigslaughter in the third degree
We let our hands speak
Boxcutters
between us
We're from completely different worlds
Me, an applied mathematician
And you, a theoretical physicist with a master's degree in applied
with that
It's up to me
Naked apologies
And compromise
To some degree to please me
Colours change
In fading light
You'll know when it's perfect
It's
Prescribe the chemical dependency
Make me dependent on your playing god degree
You think you know just what's the remedy
Divest emotions one by
of things on your mind
But lets just figure this out and spend some time
I'm thinking about what's really holdin' you back
From telling me all the facts
And take it to the nth degree
We'll be friends forever
Cause you¹ll be forever in my heart
That's where best friends are
There will always be hard times
I'm
Jaded, no time for that
Hit the moon, you can see where the mind been at
shawty wanna treat me like a broke iphone by the way that she tryna tap
me
a penny saved from starving on the street
Keep carving a niche, I'm started in a jar for the wee
Little Shaddies still to come for their college degree
to forget
Stood like Banquo by your bedside, you just haven't seen me yet
Every notch upon the headboard, each twist in your string of lovers
Is a tear
feet
Thinkin of going back to school
To get me a degree
I know that sound funny
What matters is the money
Chi ching whaddup
Study my 120
Know the ledge
But I had my fun
When it’s too real
Yeah they tend to run
Even yo homeboys told you I’m the one
Savage, romantic, diary by the pistol
Known
a penny saved from starving on the street
Keep carving a niche, I'm started in a jar for the wee
Little Shaddies still to come for their college degree
short on principle
A rebellion, a hellion
Yeah, that was me back then
Burned by my mistakes
A phoenix I rose from the flames, now I'm
[Chorus]
This place is growing old,
Weathering, aging.
Seasons flicker by.
It gives the theatre light to show a film, the memoir of a boy.
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