Lyrics:
in this bitch with my squad like a penguin
Take a pick holding my drugs and then frame it
Place it in grandmama's house with by baby pics and the big
and everyone is hurt by him, his eldest son Kurt left within a year of moving in from Jamaica because even as a Jamaican you can not live with him. I couldn't
You no comp, for roast pigs, I delete
Your style is neckbone, my cab rides by your street
Yeah!
I twist the bums out the project, elevator lights
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,
I can't drive by
The old house
Something's missing in its four walls
It's not the
Door I'd walk through
A different entrance then I knew
You'd be
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
need
Fuck a blunt you are my Weed
I’m not your ex I’ll never leave
He said that too but I’ll show it
By this time you should know it
Breaking every
stone faced killers got the whole world rioting
But if smiting is to strike with a firm blow
Then why are black people dying by the hands of another as if
find my Achilles, I want that house on the hill
I want it all
Shit, they want the old me
Shit is funny 'cause niggas don't even know me
Bein' real, I
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain't get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that's myself let's do it
1St and 15 ent, FNF
he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now
Nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route
Treat sis like a queen
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Instead I brought in a million
A new house and a million
Bitch I'm tryna raise kids and
I said first off
How can I say this all politely?
Fuck
the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush
been a target by many men
But on god being broke is the worst shit
We ever been
Industry costing me sanity
And many friends
That left the door open
in rap
Quicker but never last and Everlast is a...
Quitter and you bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about
is greener when you guilty
Can't get no peace of mind when you filthy
But now I got a white house nothing inside to steal you feel
Land the type
scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I want to drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get
this is not the life that i envisioned
Moving fast hope they don't catch me if im slipping
And if I die i know my niggas gone be missing me
And this is
nuffin bagga ounce inna tens
Surrounded by wolvez dassa house fulla freinds
Slide onna track like a skater on a ledge
Got dem big ol nasty ass hater
sent a flower bin
But I gotta watch who I'm allowin' in
That was then, this is now
Buy the house, switch the kitchen out
Rip it up, zip it down if I put
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits
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