Lyrics:
Losses take away from all the winning
We don't need participation ribbons
Praying that we all got healthy children
All my niccas helping out they women
Look I told y'all if I make it out this shit we gon' go
Man we goin' all the way to the fuckin' top
Look I told y'all once I do this shit I'm never
potential worth
We saw how all the albums just be bringing dirt
Taking turns back and forth, it's my turn to serve
They all saying it gon' flop, but I'll
a pager
To call our ride, who was either just getting off work or waking up, we had to walk to use
The payphone at the stop and go at the entrance
Albums out payed for by my fees
Results changed just to suit all my needs
Killed the pain made away from the streats
In school was absent so the score was
to fuck, with her friend over there
Put my dick away and go holla like player
I ain't never have one bitch, I need two when I fuck
I don't cum quick
When
womans
Ill BIll - solo album, how we gon' take it?
Leave you ducktaped and stuck in the Matrix
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
handicapped, and still we're told there are some bonds that can't be broke
Fraud, lies by terrified escapists
Glass can shield the rain
With my head
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
step away, do some livin'
Let time provide a new prescription, givin' truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me
six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin
old streets
Glass Fire where we'd all meet
Walk the train tracks
Tired half way
Hiking up the woods on Melrose
Took that album cover on the main road
I
(And how come) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And every time I go to hear you play, you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
to the fact of the matter
We ain't dropping out of college, but our pockets getting fatter
And we're mixing up the album like we playing with the batter
Yeah,
really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
Rapping on these beats is getting hard steady
An albums coming and I know no one's ready
Here we go
The story finally comes into play
The heats coming
Back already?
I get that it's been hard but…
Maybe we should talk about it
Grief doesn't just go away
And time can only do so much…
Are you listening
wherever I go
누군가에겐 공감보다 아스피린 한 알이 더 매너라고
Yea 어차피 알아 내 얘기를 들을 때 머릿속은 개뻔하고
애초에 답 없는 질문에 답은 질문인 걸 들리는 건 에코잖어
Why we fight? Why we hate? Why we envy? Why we
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
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