Lyrics:
journey
Is where my God has planned this
Growing up in the 80's
Those days we're hazy
Crack Cocaine flooded the hood
It made people crazy
Those we
wanna do
One LP down and I'm still driving this 306
I thought by now I'd upgrade put it on my plastics
Yeah that's right I got more than one
Oh fuck
get up out my face
You thought I couldn't stop being friends with you
We got the same group but they don't talk to you
Who's the one that fucked up
up
Like a flipping truck
Couldn't control the wheels until we got stuck
Tried to change the route but we fucked it up
Went from zero to hunnit
Then
baby)
And then it came up, I asked did you love me,
Who knew that would be the last time we speak.
All I could say is why (why, why)
What did I do? What
Horped a priggy tau
I found him one day sitting by a tree
Shaving his cat ignoring its screams
He had a look in his eye a curious gleam
Driven by
And I've been living life to extremes
But when I thought I couldn't carry on anymore
It all comes down to you
All alone I told you that you can trust
I can’t deny it
I really do what I’m rhyming
It’s Big 4X, Giant
Make her do what I say, no Simon
Ticket or better, I’m signing
Shit won’t change, we
Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades
(Comrades)
Lose stash quick than niggas in a ski mask
But we gon' lock ass
And hit the trash try to do it like a past
of course the touchdown is granted
Shout out to Daramola D-Flow he got that magic
We C.I.A. Christians in Action
When the saints go marching in we do it in
out ladies?
Yeah, soldiers
We 'bout to line it up just right
Check it, watch how we do it
Make way for the kid to come in girl
And let me rock
play it it's great, we start of and Bruce
introduces the song and everyone's right there with us to know the words and sing along like you do with a
lot
uh, couldn't remember the movie we just seen
But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown
How do the 125th street sound
Amateur night, Showtime
I'm thinkin
How this could've happened to me
The only love that I felt was by the bean
Nothing compared how I feel on the beat
Thought it over my heart
memories
i still miss your gentle touch
and soft words you spoke to me
i couldn't be more free, it's a shame and yet
you do take my name
understand it's
sense
And we share our sins like when a parrot sins
I'm staring since the fact, is that it's sad but true that
This is what we do as Americans in rap, but
hands up and made invisible glasses
And I still couldn't see it
Treat a broke nigga like we playin' freeze tag, 'cause I just couldn't be it
Treat
Mama feel connected with me like we on the WiFi
Know she down for whatever even if it's drive by's
When that Henny get in her system it be grind time
rapping to be competitive
I do shit niggas never did
Yeah, this hip hop getting recorded
So if you a fan of hip
Hop you gotta support it
Cause it's shortage
and Shakin hands with influential giants, it isn't rocket science, but they keep us all blind, so who do you live for, what Rules do you live by or do you just
(Motherfuck) Niggas that doubt and thought we wasn't killin' shit
(What) Whatever you want, we providin' it diligently
(Pump) Double barrel wherever we go
what's behind the facade we call life
To the 5th dimension you would never try
I think it might just be suicide
But fuck it we all gonna die one day
I'm
a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9
Suicide
Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends
Don't really know him
I know we alike
Hard working energetic
On the move
Couldn't stay still
I am mirror his image
Can't really see it
But hairline
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