Lyrics:
to St. Agnes hill
Now I stand on the fire watch and as I close my eyes
I see a little boy, and he's waving goodbye to the
Big Iron Horses
Steel
outta college
Right as soon I started
Every day was at Harlan
Everyday we free falling
We was eating McDonalds
Fill our bodies with toxins
White boy with
you know I can't spell neighbor, so I'm calling it the hood
Yeah I'm so misunderstood, and if anything I should
Leave you on Heartbreak Ridge, just like
Boy these niggas be capping gee
I'm out the four with all of the bro's
We ball like a athlete
I'm rare like a masterpiece
Last name
Just like master p
patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I'm
as oak
We the best yea you fuckin know
Yes I'm back on my shit
Boy you need to just quit
Lang will pop you like a zit
Where's my shit I need a hit
You
Yeah yeah yeah
Trash boy he the mother fucken boy and it goes like
It's the Gold Coast
Lil goons run amuck
Steal the keys to your truck
Hit n run
rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel
dandelions in the fall
Niggas heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hall
Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball
It's no
better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make
as shipyard oak
To the gallows went a boy
His defence barely spoke
The night before his death
Tom wrote his kith and kin
Sending love and hoping
The Lord would
they don't think headshot, headshot, aim for the brain (brrlt)
Bitch, it's a dog eat dog world, big bank always take lil bank
I hurt his feelings by
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Stripes on the villain like he murica
A land ruled by some murderers
All I got was blood for my inheritance
Keep the fam close gotta cherish them
Cuz God
you look like getting dropped by some teens
Look
It isn't my fault you set the bar low
Most moves carry risk
I'm just what you'd call clever
If it gets
it becomes wide spread
Got my foot on they throat
They know they on they last leg
Hanging on by a thread
This industry is a joke
Sensitive rappers they
God exists 360 degrees
Like unsolved mysteries yo mind's tortured by demonic beast
It's so fatal no instrumental
They hit yo central nervous
Callin me a balla shot calla
'Cause I'm slangin' all the major weight
Blam!!
Close the door to my residence,
Po-po start searchin' low, but found
are well buried
Eh, somebody call a pastor
Disobedient slave is 'bout to
Body all the masters motherfucker
Closed minds in 2020 get close-lined
I feel
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
boy with a shirt that say
Don't you miss the fucking classics like purple rain
You need something to cool you off
Man, my beat like a bitch because you
And the oaks and Georgia forest that
Will hold me more than father
I do it for my enemies and partners
I do it for the truest side
Of music that's forgotten
I do
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
the close of play
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise
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