Lyrics:
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own
that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own
on the day he died on (let's go)
November 28th, mark that down in your calendar
Let's see who get the drippiest that day, I challenge ya
Shit I got a book
Bunch of misfits like a TV trope
In a school funded by the state
Where
I just study all day, I just study all day
I just I just
I just study all day, I
Bonneville hoping I could make it out
Selling peas and smoking weed avoiding police right up the street
Way back in the day before I had all of this paper
torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues
He's
day at work
I know what it's all about
I'm in the studio wishin' that
I was there for ya
Ain't nothin' but air between us I'm
Just gon' come and getcha
Bagging up O's I ain't serving no gram
They wanna know who I am
Ain't bout no money I don't give a damn
Roll up that za and get back in my jam
Got in
days later and I'm at it again
Oh oh oh
Pulled up to the club flex shitting on my ex
You want to be a boss you got to take the steps
Yeah!
You want that
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat
hoe
Just go home
Get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Good Italian iron they said she'd never go down.
So there's ol' Jack standin' on the bottom,
Got everything he owns wrapped on up in that diaper
and a dream
2 years later I'm taking the piss
Man still hate on me and my team
'Cause I got more ice for my age than Sid
But wait, look, my man said that
Laid-Back-Studio
See, love's a wonderful thing
But sometimes you just got to know when it's time to turn away!
"The more I reach out to you, it's like the further
back screamin' with bitches
It won't happen if I can't get away, I pray when I'm askin
For the day that it would happen, all I got is this rap and I
that my stompin' ground
Used to trap out the apartments
Got my baggies and digi scale
Bought a doll out the Starship
Got my first slab outta
But you can't take away my pride
I'm singing oh yeah, oh-my-my
I'm a keep drinking until the day I die
Two wheels is the way I ride
I got my
of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
exchange
The gods must've been crazy
Or feeling all deranged
He was raised out the projects
Came up in the Den
First born last breed
Of man that came from
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
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