Lyrics:
sightless niggaz tryna see me
Work out the trigger finger like a burpee
They work out your grave plot by the evening
Look like it's raindrops in my ears
Fuck
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
from the block, get 'em in by the box (woah)
Now both of my pockets got knots, don't come if you ain't tryna shop
Bussin' out residue, mixin' re-rock
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn
Felt like I was in for a long bus ride
I'd rather die than you not be by my side
Can't count how many times I vomited, cried
Go to my room, turn
sit on the shelf
I want like 30 mil by the time that I'm 30 inside of my bank account
I got like 40 ways I could die by tomorrow, drop 31 under my belt
books, 3
4 of the international mail are in English
It has the largest vocabulary
Perhaps two million words
And a noble body of literature but face it:
the motherfuckin man collegrove
Fenty face foreign shorty off the motherfuckin po
Them pills by the dozens take my soul
And this bitch on slit wrist shit I told her
darts - it's my turn to beat the gods
Ice, lip, into place
Clean the egg up off your face
Fine, or so she was
Sitting there and spitting blood
cs
this
diggin in his pocket see a knot like this
Blue face baby aight this ain’t no kick back
Bitches is either fuckin’ or suckin’ or getting kicked
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
make his body rock
Hope that they don't blow the spot
She been tryna tie the knot
I just want some sloppy top
She gone lick like lollipops
Down
a trucker's vest
Egg all on your face cause when I shoot it's never at your chest
15 MCs dead without me in their group
Going for that digi camo for my skeng
Fuck up out my face
Get the fuck up out my zone
I got 3 grams of loud I’m boutta stuff into this cone
Fuck up out my face
Get the fuck up out my
Estate war
What you got an aggy face for?
We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw
Taking advantage of the days without rainpour
We
you don't understand me, then get out my face
[01:31:00] Hearing all sorts of rumours
[01:33:00] I don't even know you, you day craze?
[01:35:00] No you
are.
[01:16:70]It's hard to go
[01:19:60]Smiling face and your clear eyes.
[01:23:80]Your lovely manners like a poison
[01:27:40]Immersing my broken
rule
It was cool, wasn't mad, I had to take cabs
Made my first LP, afforded H-Class
My face gassed
'94, sold-out in every record store
Local hood rats
Well my Great Great Greats came from a Great Land
And it was there I met a lady and I thought I’d win her hand
But a Spirit it had got her and I was
things I want to discuss
Why's masculinity defined by niggas' acting so tough
Why is my happiness reflected by me buying so much
And spending money
at the start
Lord, I give you praise for all that makes
For the hatching of a heart
Well my face was smooth and featureless
Just like an egg
And if I
back home[00:25.63]I remember that same moonlight[00:28.71]Lighting up your face in the dark while you slept in my arms[00:32.70]Though truth be told I
stay reloaded[02:38.83]The tendencies of my enemies, the deadliest potion[02:42.17]Sweat down they face when I get to move the motion[02:45.31
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