Lyrics:
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
album that shit is depressin', woah
Boy, I do this shit by my solo
I just left the thrift with some polo
Bitch I'm feeling fly like dodo
Bring that
right from wrong
I got wronged by my brothers, significant others
But I still count myself blessed, got a loving father and mother
Yeah, a ripity flipity
let you live and I stand by all my statements
You can keep the clout you seek
I am validated on the pavements
Lost some people on this journey
They say
needs a win
My pride isn't written
I might be offended by my intuition
How do I piss myself off
Listen
I'm just a guest in the house of rap but I pay rent
different, I'm going up passing you by
Looking for better sense and more control of myself I relapse but still yet I try
Never mind that I'ma still get a sack
John Rambo
Covered up by the state
False apologies, false apologies
Covered up by the state
The silence is crippling
False apologies like it's nothing
by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that
them/
Boundaries,
Don’t call me brother
If I ain’t kend to them/
Morals,
What you do for clout when
They’re trending them?/
Legacy,
When it’s said
said forget what you don't have, look at what you do
You got your, father, your mother, your sister, your brother
You three albums deep and plus you just
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
on the craziest wave, album's a classic and I hopped on the stage
Caught a few planes, my pen getting static those tiny lil rappers they better behave
I know they
a du rag
If somebody tell me ish I'll put my foot up they ass
I don't play it by the books play it by my own rules
I ain't sticking to the script imma do
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
patience
Track after track this one
Might be the greatest
Cookin the craft making
Cheese from the basement
The Album jus dropped they still
Probly won't play
EV''RYTHING PASS YOU BY, YOU'RE ONLY HERE ONCE
AND I'VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN MOST OF YOU."
SO STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO BUY THIS ALBUM,
SO I CAN PLANT ROSES
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
limit's
A nigga touch my brother Ev
Imma bust his head
Heard him talking choppy on the net
When niggas seen us in public
It was nothing said
In his kit
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
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