Lyrics:
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
people
And they had lived in the forest undisturbed
For thousands of years in utter peace and tranquility
Once a year when spring came
And the first
and my roots down low
I got my roots down low oh oh
as the years pass by
you know I watch you grow
yeah I watch you grow
and you live
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Bruce had joined the band in September '81, and if you think about it it's almost a to the day a year after
Adrian joined, September 1980. Hmm. It was
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,
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
a clear blue sky, he took the staff and began to walk again by the seashore. This time the man walked for seven thousand years, until he felt tired.
was 'sleep
Whispered in my ear this is your year (crack preach)
So I testify
To burn down the throne, niggaz follow my lead
Save your breath for
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
and lit
cll cause he tried to sell a tape by sucking marshalls dick
Binge, gobbling, you're not in the top ten thousand artists
Even if you started bobbing
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do though
Mastermind uh
Uh nigga got a thousand
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
Two thousand and seventy-three
Two thousand and eighty-four
Two thousand and ninety-three
Light years ahead
You and me gon' be gettin' down
Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
time and invested the cheque
In two thousand six I recorded Reflect
My first studio album don't you ever forget
iQ is the clique we got your respect
Now
Yea yea yea yea yea
Dexter yea
Okay, I run up on that boy
I tuck that glizzy keep a thousand rounds
Shoot him up and took his bitch
You know I went
reason for ghost writers
Every year I get tighter
Mothers and daughters agree I'm on fire
Check ya T-Mobile it's all over the wire
Cross ya legs baby
Barely on the second album and my mind is on the seventh problem is that
Most of y'all think I'm overzealous but I promise that
I'm apprehensive when it
Winnin' by a long shot
Know you gotta be the change
If you wanna see the change
First album was twenty fo'
Sixty fo' I leave the game
Mamba mentality
I'm
"Oh he barely talks about being biracial" Really?
On his old shit he only mentioned it once
I can't count it on a hundred hands
Just on his third album
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