Lyrics:
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Rewrite all history for you
But nothing would do (uh, uh-uh-uh)
As the years keep passing by
Every day I realise
Through all the lows and highs
never quite the same
Sent to a point where I went truly insane
I'll never forget that truly awful day
I didn't have what I needed
Just sat
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
of things
Intimate themes made for interesting sixteens
And I was fifteen when I heard Rhyme Goes On
By Eric B and Rakim, my mind grew numb
I was in awe
times, rain or shine, we were so damn clever
Growing pains with our simple minds
Step by step, day by day, there's a heart, a hand to hold on to
I remember
and lunge it
The truth is pain so they numb it
Can't let that honesty come in
Day by day say I'm gonna quit
If I don't just write a hit
My ex say I'm not
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
From the 901
Back to back
On a title run
Sleep through the day
I ain’t see the sun
Locking in the house
Till the album done
Don’t hit my line for about
on the best green night and day
But I got money on my mind over every fuckin thing
All you gotta know is what I'm about to say
Moneys on my mind over every
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
(Verse 1)
Back in the day, when life was simple,
Chillin' with my crew, no need to be nimble.
In the school hallways, laughter echoed loud,
We were
Sometimes it's hard
To wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons I don't
Wanna hear them anymore got me heartbroken
Find so many babies screamin'
Boston
I'm back to win, don't beg your pardon
Had my wins, I had my losses
So don't say that I'm a novice, woa-hoah
Made an album in a day from a state so
and warn a brother
They all disrupted, constructed to live another life
It's planted deep inside they mind like they controlled by poltergeists
They got
When the Capitol Hill's Insane In The Membrane
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Collective on the scene bringing change to the game
Simple
When the Capitol Hill's Insane In The Membrane
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Collective on the scene bringing change to the game
Simple
Long nights
I lie awake
Retracing the steps in my mind
Aiming for a moving target
Moments keep passing me by
Will I ever get it right?
Pull
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
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