Lyrics:
start by makin' it clear
That ain't got a thing to do with us
Tell me what it is that I gotta do, baby
For you to be my girlfriend?
And girl, I know
THC
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
[00:12.94]Do it by myself don’t mean to pop ya bubble
Tryna ball like I’m
About to start college, catch me reading in the lobby
But nonetheless, I'm still doing this rap shit as a hobby, yeah
I been inspired by the old school
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
Sunset over the high-rise,
By a motorway,
A little man looks up at the sky.
An uneventful end to a wasted day.
Close-up on the man at the window,
on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe
Why
you. Remember
parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this
story and it starts back in '88.
Yo, this nigga named d-rugs
My moms dates him
Swear
heard a couple birds singing like
(Ladi dadi da)
(Ladi dadi da da da)
So I'm getting up
To start my morning off proper
The sun illuminating my soul
End
glory)
False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
Prayed so hard it was the last time
only drive me crazy
I don’t need to ask no one, I’m the only one that raised me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo’s
my mind
I'ma find my mind the path to my heart
Won't cry in the pines theres no false start
Find my mind the path to my heart
Won't cry in the pines
on over
while I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish & you want but this dick ya gonna meet
hit ya elbows & knees & spread ya booty cheeks
and call me
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
y'know?
Look
I don't know where to start
But I just done my first psychodrama
And I hope the world hears my craft
I'm excited man, I pray you get
impress me
Contact me for nothing
False-hearted
It's business time
And this business is hard-fought
And the light will shine down on us
And the angels sing
the void
Rolling, crawling sifting in ashes
Blackened by lies of self demise
Fires of Gehenna roar!
You're hopes start to shake and burn!
Bodies start
late night talks we had in your car is now my hell
So a false trust got my false luck in the air
Now you got the secret of my parents in your hands
All
from the start!
And I’m running through the dark
To release every quark
No flat space, no false aims!
Volume, freedom, pace and race!
When brothers
Listen up
Check
Distracted by those false words (false words)
They're a-comin', it's comin' up after your soul
Poppin' it up and running fast through
from the start!
And I’m running through the dark
To release every quark
No flat space, no false aims!
Volume, freedom, pace and race!
When brothers
from the start!
And I’m running through the dark
To release every quark
No flat space, no false aims!
Volume, freedom, pace and race!
When brothers
need to get together
And start a revolution
Wooooooooo
I said it it's time to get stand up
Stop letting the man stuff his hand up your damn butt
No damn
from the fuckin start
Close friends turn into squealers
But I learnt at a young age
Niggaz is just energy stealers
And the way that I was feelin back
to elevate
Ima hustler
Fuck y'all bullshitters
It's time I separate
Im making my mark
I ain't finish, it's time to start
It's time to elevate
Every new year,
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