Lyrics:
the "sheet"
Boogers, snot, spit, and shit
Acid from inside of me
If HE does not work for me
He better run and hide from me
I'm good at playing hide n seek
I
taste it (ho, taste it)
Don't run, be a big girl, take it (bitch, shut up)
The nigga shot my brother, he ain't speakin' (he's not speakin')
Not because
It's been a long time since
You've felt a genuine hug
The outreach is out of
Reach of the community love
Somebody failed you
That's what this
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I’m spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne bitch
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB money Over Bullshit
Don’t
Oh you surprised at this side of Uncle Nard
Well this is what happens after dark
True I was born out of Cleveland Arms
Grew from my dirt done in
the bitch make her clap
She run around made me a snack
Trust nobody so we pimped out the shawties
I bet you can't even hold back
High as fuck
Out this
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I'm
reach into space
Mind is now lifted of my own accord
Perspective has shifted to what it wasn't before
As long as my eyes keep on blockin' the shine
From
reach into space
Mind is now lifted of my own accord
Perspective has shifted to what it wasn't before
As long as my eyes keep on blockin' the shine
From
a cart from the grocery market
Do it big like the White House like a wave you get wiped out
Deal you a hand ya play it wrong n its lights out nigga
When i
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
backwards is just Another Nigga Dead
Your grandfather wasn't a kills
He was one of them fiends
Your daddy wasn't even a shooter he
Used to run from them beams
Never took a day off from the rhyme
Now I'm stuck struck by the light of the lime
I came a long way from riding the pine
Once was blind but now I see
The Church's by the churches I know
Where we had the scrap the lotto
Out the ghetto I know
I was David with the slingshot
Drop Goliath down low
Yeahhhhh, yeah,
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
beckoning his lean.
And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face.
Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place.
And the battle for
got questions
Lot to take in hope you get it all
If you talkin' money we could get along
By the first verse I just kill them all
6ix12 don't need to get
of ballers, Inglewood, we love it!
Live from LA, this way that-a-way
Slide in the hid-house
Feeling burned did-out
Kick of your shoes and relax your feet
what your bout
I know what I'm capable of... Love, nigga
Run up in your house, gun up in your mouth, lights out
Nigga, I'm a shooter, shooter yea
I
didn't know 'til he hit the floor
Born inside a prison and missing, something immaculate
Ain't got no mortality, take his parents aback a bit
Careful
loaded up
The men, loading themselves up
It's a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the very bottom
you've chosen to run, so now it's do or die
Riddle me this, a simple question just to prod
How the fuck do you plan to escape from a god
Now spell it
from the grave, came to save, though they played Him
Some hate Him, mocked Him, to the ground His blood spilled
To this day they be dockin' the things
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