Lyrics:
nothing that's promise
We in the living hell
I just had to be honest
The pain sounding like metal
The color of Ebonics when it play
Everything in the path
Will their faces be stony
When they see on their Sony
Someone handing the phony
The Tony Award!
I would like to begin by thanking everyone
Qho
you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole
steamed pam brought it back to penny on good times
Back in the dollar bill he sniffed like six lines
He put his gat down, why he do that?
Creeping through
supposed to be fam tho
But
Shut you down like the doors on a lambo
Ammo I got plenty of that
My M.O. is to not even rap
Just make you clap like
My haste
Try tell my nigga yoo bro
Man you gotta slow down
Gotta stop flying birds
He just wanna fly OT for the P
24's he be out shotting herbs
They don't
collar popped down like they should be
Living off laughter like Lano and Woodley
And it could be ‘cos he had the world in his palm
Every week
or lose
That's the way the game structured for real niggas to suffer
And I ain't never
Been a busta alway stood on my feet
Like a man prepared to take
I want to stall, baby are you feeling me?
Track 12, 2014 Forest Hills Drive
Love your life, that's the line that you live by
Love yourz, tatted yo arm
will be alive
God will survive, him protect the civilized
Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
Not me, not me
Me never eat from the tree
man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range
Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the Novocaine
Shit was once an open game, we got it by
Just Be Much Clever
Say It Like Better
Say It Much Better Than Every One Else
But You Really Cannot Pick Up (Naw)
I’m Clever Like A Sweater
That Was
of the lions
Everywhere the eye of Horus call me magic your highness
Already said I feel like kratos taking down all the giants
PBE thats really family the squad
To come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow
[First Verse (ESG):]
I live that C-O
The U-N
The T to the R to the Y
The E to the S to the G be
Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the glock
16
Higher than hell, can't be let down
You say "quit", but I'm bettin’
You'd like the view up here if you could see it now
When the day grows dark, todos are
feelings
On the outside you look fine but on the inside could be killin'
You act like a comedian but now you're Robin Williams
And now we cryin' rivers that
altered it
Mess around and change
The language in the Matrix
Up up down down
Left right left right
B-a-b-a
100 Lives kid
That's how I reup
Empee switch
defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out
[Chorus (repeat
shot load glocks
To top now swallow hallow tips
I be that fisherman throw new drip
Just to reel em in it's sickening
Cock back to peel his wig
Mathilda's
My mama always told me
"Son, you'd best go easy down that road"
And she said she was sorry
For all the times she couldn't save my soul
Shoulda
downs, thats shit that I like
Big dope we facing, Sour only what I light
Get to ballin’, they gon remember just like the highlights, nigga
I’m something
to have a good time and on Saturday mornings I used to like to get a big fat bowl of cereal and watch cartoons mothafucker and if that, if you can't relate
ain't gone be the who's chasing
I'm leaving
I ain't no trophy or no charity case
Need someone real that gone be down even to hold up the place
Ain't in
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