Lyrics:
too
This is just the mixtape but the album gon' slap too
Goteem Goteem Goteem by surprise
New music on the way, and you ain't know 'til yesterday
Make
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
still a member of the hopeless
See, you're black like me, so you snap like me
When these devils try to plot, trap our young black seeds
Look it, cops
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
poppy Seeds
She Swallow seeds
And always call me papi
And claims im papi from fertile seeds
You can go throw a beat
My flo hurdle 3
I surface my verses
Tricked by my heart with a bluff,
I wish I had one I could trust,
My head and heart rarely cooperate
It felt so good thinking I was in love,
I was
too saying goodbye
I remember her bouncing curls
Anxious but full of joy
Taking the bus all by herself
First day of junior high
Bye, bye my little
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
a member of the hopeless
See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just
gave me clinkin' like they Dorothy dog
I hope my seed don't inherit my Dad's cholesterol
I'm protective 'cause this world has got an evil will
They
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
How the fuck you been sleepin' on Risen and Leak?
By the time my first album released, you're deceased
Seen the skill of MCs that were poppin'
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen,
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
couldn't grow
Or the river that said it couldn't flow
Get in and have a go come along have a role
But it seems we sow only seeds of doubt
Just in our head
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
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