Lyrics:
Forgiatoes rims turn slow when I drive by
On a private jet no wheels umma die fly
Watch the paint job get that's a mai tai
In the 45 going 10 on that zi zi
wet
She whisper in my ear but I put that bitch to bed
Back and I'm better yeah yeno that's what I said
R kelly might pipe the whole family
Better slow
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
he strives to make a change
Slow his brain from 100 on the freeway
Ease the pain and the brakes or watch your fate disintegrate
My mind always playing
knew what I never
You see what I couldn't see
Purple rain in my pain told
Me cry on the beat and that led me to Lotes
I done my blackbox and since then
I
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin' the horn, rollin' down
Angels singing head held high
Kenya making it a holiday
God being proud of His masterpiece
Born a gangster, pro by default
A loving father and a loving
of death
And darkness and danger
Your crib or car
Becomes a torture chamber
I write my rhymes with violence
What you expect?
Sounds of pain
The snap
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
feel like I felt about 2 years ago
My days are the same, they goin' by slow
I don't go to sleep, I'm hearin' the birds cry
I don't give time to haters,
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
Help me, baby
Hate the way I'm feelin', pain killers in the cup
Pray to God, I wanna end it, seems I don't believe in much
Nobody did nothing
the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
by gangsters actually meant a lot (Aweh)
You can try and take my chain but you won' take me alive (Nah)
Stand firm, I smile at death and look it
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
things
Use to show love to a lot of bitches
Now I slow down when I'm catching feelings
I was just down I'm reminiscing
Play like ya Gangster I'm really
Slow down my flow, gonna be a sex symbol
R&B gangster, got the formula locked
Sing on the hook cause we taking it pop
Produced by Teddy Riley, featuring
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
shit was whack
What the fuck would I be doing then?
But now I'm never looking back, cause
All the drugs and shit, use to cope with the pain
I hate being
This for the soldiers. (Soldiers.)
Stay strong, my n****z.
(Gangsters, players.)
Stay up, my n****z. (Real n****z.)
Leavin' the cut in a rage.
been in my own lane, going through some different things
Going through a lot of pain but I'm still winning
By the way
The album on the way
Stay tuned
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