Lyrics:
Yo yo I told you I was gon take over
For you people looking up to me I Aint never been chose by a big label
I Decided to choose myself when shit Got
nothing
I used to play tough with the cops, had ideas
Told my girl who protest hold me a spot
And I'll go
Black folk know what talking white means
But
member, of your family is getting ill
Tell me it isn't so, tell me it isn't real
In the mist of all the drama, you take a lil' time to kneel
To deal you
member, of your family is getting ill
Tell me it isn't so, tell me it isn't real
In the mist of all the drama, you take a lil' time to kneel
To deal you
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Over
Slow it down, gotta sip it
Roll it up... Spliff it
Not wasting God's Talent because he made me gifted
Inhale enlightenment... We getting lifted
Close
family member that we couldn't find
As a kid i used to love them drives
Not even knowing whole time pops had two
Straps in the ride
But that's how we had
(S-s-s-saucy you did it again)
(ESSBY too turnt up)
Bitch, I've been getting money, straight to the racks (Racks)
Ten toes down walk down your block,
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
When I was young I seen the world revolves around a dollar bill
So that's the only way to put my family in the hills
At first when I said I was gunna
welcome to the Players Club baby
A family affair, a toast to the bay, hey
Looks like it's gonna be one of them lovely days
Mama used to put my
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Over
ain't getting no cheaper
Promoters still want me to feature
You're sitting at home telling
Yourself the swag
Food you're smoking is a creeper
It's not
Holler at me man, used to ride the back of the bus
Now I'm spinnin V-12's though the times is rough
In God we trust haters, you can only hate us
But can't
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Over
I ain’t going to lie I swear to god this tunnel is looking dark but at the end I see the light
Stomach growling with the bills piling up i ain't know
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
I catch a vibe
I'm high by the lake
With dimes by the dozen I'm finna get laid
I never struggle my bills is paid
If I ever struggle I'm flipping
Ooh
How we do it
It's all about the music
It's all about the music
Everyday, day
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
to get full off the croutons
'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise
bad but I'm living for Today
Gonna make it happen not thinking What could be
Ask me bout my riches and pointing To my family
On a natural high i'm so
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