Lyrics:
the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin',
all you ever needed was (My love)
But that don't seem to be enough
Feel like I'm dreaming can't get up
Somebody wake me
I'm taking my shit back
Damn
just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
Yo I haven't ate in
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
rematch[00:40.65]Hit a nigga up on Bull City, he ain't get his threes back[00:43.92]Pulled up in like six cars deep and had like three straps[00:46.53]I really saw
through my soul[02:45.69]I can never lie[02:47.73]She, told me she aint high, see it in her eyes![02:51.45]She, told me she ain't love me, but I'm not
the cold knit sweater but
I know in time
Things are gone get better
I can here the chatty patty haters
Man they love to talk yeah
They don't know that hate
down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow
Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights
Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
Indeed yo, in
I got my life back
So I school the fools about the fast track
I get static from the style of my technique
Profanity, the blatant way in which I
in the door
Can't lie and say it was easy being 14 on February 14th
Watching a body die in my arms
Then have to go to a school that I hated
When my
on your job and get to working till your hip pop
Saved by Jesus blood every drip drop
Please protect your soul, because you got one to lose
This walk can be
Fallin in love with this paper
Like 14th of February
Get it by any means necessary
You wasn’t with me
When I wasn’t rocking
So now what you saying
Is
these fuckers need the dough like a baker
The legends above me love me
Like the RZA, like Nas
Like Jay 'Cause I mastered the flow
From back in the day
a sentence
Me and Tone Soul still co-defendants
Know your legends, Fat Joe, Soul blowin' up sessions
Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection
pretended like I had respect
I thought that I was set
But I was in love, when I heard she was
My summer love, my summer love
28 karats of gold
That's almost
he feels good
Someone comes near
And Lazarus exults:
Lazarus
My love, am I still alive?
How did I get here?
In this place full of lights
You’re
and let my soul cry
I need that one for the club
I need that one for the drugs
I need that one for my thugs (Yea)
All these models show me love
Drive
Would you be better off without me?
Might be?
Lost in traffic
Got ran into by thoughts of marriage
Stepping down from high horses, ready to push
I'm talking sick as fuck, I can't sleep, shit, or eat,
Never get sick of her, for you I say pretty please,
Where's my love doctor? I really need
I do this for me
And all my brothers
I get this shit jumping
For the love of mothers
Yeah ima a muhfucka
I love making and raising kids
For the love
the price
Marc Jacob shades
Fifty karats all ice
Model in dem jeans for me
Luxury now that's your life
That's the type of shit I'm on
Let me see you get
when I was 14
Kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne Mike Shot Nookie Slug,
Yea
This that Kobe Bryant in the fourth quarter, game on the line with a couple seconds
I finally got a chance to eat, ima get a plate and ima come
What we had love, it was different...
This feel is givin' new beginnings like it's January (January)
And on the real it won't be chill by 14th February
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