Lyrics:
it was the fucking Holocaust
And I don't know what to do, doc, shit, I'm feeling lost
Well, let's figure out how this started, can you think
Take you a different approach
I'm telling you let that shit go
Doc I been hanging from ropes
Nigga you a puppet
Or, I got you by the throat
Well it's
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
a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
class and still owe their ass cake
For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th Ave
Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
That was the days now the times
(mama)
But I really got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama (yeah)
In single parenthood there I stood (uh)
By the time she was twenty-one, had another
(mama)
But I really got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama (yeah)
In single parenthood there I stood (uh)
By the time she was twenty-one, had another
(who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room, baby (who's bad?)
You're the baddest in the room (who's bad?)
Locked eyes, got me hypnotized by you, baby
by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"
Well, I seen
could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
Them old dreams are only in your head
I said, hold it, Doc, a World War
young I couldn't focus doc prescribed me adderall
Cause nine times out of ten I can't make sense of it all
I'm sorry that I broke your heart I couldn't
Cube sittin' by the Doc, O'Shea
C-notes under the couch with the old face
Shit, I'm headin' to Puffy's house, a million dollars a plate (blah)
Comin'
When the twins track on, you can't talk you bark on it
Doc ***SHOW OFF*** on it, sometimes get lost on it
America's Most No Time ***MY CAR
while these niggas tryin' a stop me
Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor
Had some bad business, nothing personal
But now the word out that we back
of dice
You roll 'em right the first time but you seldom get to roll 'em twice"
Not understanding what he said doc
I find myself in the middle of life in
With an army of angels and earthly allies
Because you always made time
When you didn’t have time
You rise!
Against gravity, odds, and pessimistic docs
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
niggas
You're the definition of (Satisfiction)
Listen up, I been where you're going three times and plus
Big houses, cars, jewelry, bad bitches all
of you
But the medicine I can't bear
Babe my time is running short
Since you left me here, on life support
Doc's never seen a heart busted as bad as this
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
I told her no need to explain, but she fuck up again and again
We make out, but we don't make amends
Only time spent's on the end of the bed
I keep
the truth, I'm like W'Allah
Every time I make a movie it be Sci-Fi
Looking scary in that Ghost when I ride by
Niggas sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like why
the generations that come from those who went
We are the ancestors creations of experiences that we never met
We are the oops, my bad, along with the accidents
We
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