Lyrics:
rich in a sense
Yea
Been dragged through the mud
By these hoes for a while
And that shit really hurt
Now I'm done
Imma show em whose boss
And from now
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
do it again
Give em different flows for an hour
Motherfucker you should give me my flowers
Yah uh
Ugs only out for money and power
Hustle harder than
been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: all men are created equal
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical
what they want
Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin' money
I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it
this shit for me, I do this shit for my kids
I teach 'em how to go and get it when they ready to leave
I'm tired of livin' up in hell when I know
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
I never had a clue
Tie my shoes like a kid then watch the blues clues
Looking for answers like a dunce up in the classroom
Don't get it twisted I
Making jokes and you give me hell
You can win a whale, out in Winnipeg
I got better bars than the county jail
Ima drink a beer, Ima do my jig
Way I'm
Nigga ain't tryna fight
Hold up swerve
Unc betta give me a verse
Cocky mothafucka got da nerve, lyrical nerd
You catch a chemical burn, when y'all niggas
and triple as hard
Really could live life without the oppression
They take opportunities give em to others
The ones that don't look like not me or my
nahmean? (yeah)
y'all missin' this is like dissin' this
See your Uncle Sam pissing on this
He's running real low on my shit list
Take 'em all out with
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
the hell gives a fuck
Bout the border town like it was struck
Pluck a mockingbird like a goddam cluck
All the way behind stray up vines
Feel with Death
to police
I smoke on OG, I keep it on me
You don't want no smoke, nah, but I give that for free
Hit 'em in his mouth, damn, now he got lockjaw
He ain't
tentacles (uh-huh)
Fuck the talkin', I'm out here makin' some chemicals, yo
(Nah I mean? That's how we do it, we official, my nigga) yeah
Seven-five just
session, blockin' my schedule
Checkin' my calendar if I'm performing
Nebraska calling, I'm with it
I step in the kitchen and give 'em a perfect
blood, I'ma show love, I'll call you my brother
When we on the road like a trucker
We bringin' that heat like it's summer
We'll serve 'em no butler
Send
pet-peeve because your shit just fuckin bothers me
Don't bother coming back, with your weak thoughts, I'm outta body
I ripped em outta your skull with my
And on the brink of a panic attack
Waiting to level it out
So I distract by writing music to move from my past
And from the present 'cause everything is just
This one goes out to the kid that I never met
Who wakes up everyday and is scared to get out of bed
His mom died when he was young, just before his
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
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