Lyrics:
grow until it bloom
Jack and the beanstalk we finna climb it to the moon
And if you end up in the way i'm leavin doom like day
Droppin bodies by
guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away
nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I
Say I didn't
Send you that money when ya' needed it 'cause you my nigga
Didn't I, didn't I
Say I didn't
Didn't I take off
If your dead, you are awaken by this overloaded flow,
This a seed and like a plant you gotta give it time to grow.
Or a seed that’s in your brain
on the blade
And make my bitch lick it off the knife
Take a zip out the brick to tell him we got a problem
Told my man, let the nigga live, just to rob him
You
I brought that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
you gotta take this shit serious
Life bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry
I just hope that they hearing me, I love these niggas dearly
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
What you don't understand
Is that your voice is naturally beautiful
So even your ugly tones are beautiful
And you've gotta understand that about your
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
them pills niggahs snap
Like white boys
In mosh Pitt
10 pounds is the play
That’s murder for hire
Get ya lug nut twisted
Like changing a tire
Take some
bitches by the pair
Any many miney moe
I'm collecting all this currency
You niggas looking broke
Fantastic yea that's how I feel today
I rolled the Lemon
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
mostly separated by color deficiency
Free to you, free the shackles, my mental strain from my ancestry
I feel so tired of the lights
Fill the tank
Or be inspired
So lemme say this in case you tired
I'll be the greatest by the time I've died
Bitch I'll have a reign that conquers time
My next albums
a classic album
Something I can play for years just leave it on repeat
I hate the way the game is being played
I talk loose like I'm a few modelos deep
drop di towel
I put on a classic album fuck her for about an hour
You know ya boi slicka than a can a grease
Palm trees Miami
We outta here baby I'll
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
album and not come out with a classic
All I have is my passion
This rapping gift is a talent
All I do is deliver go check your door for the package
All I
album was the Wicked Ways & Softer Shades
Konphlicted was the perfect name
Cause though you yearned for change
Was burned by the harshest of the game
You
and never drop it
This is a classic I’m waiting for you to come and top it oh no no
You come close and I evolve
Take this ride with me as I risk it all
Hook
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done
charged you less
Plus i never had to call collect, that life ain't me
Though my patnas played and them bodies laid on the same streets
Couple classics in,
of change it
Instead of casting out
Can we embrace it
Your not defined
By your placement
Cause I made a classic album up in my basement
I gotta go
I need
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