Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone
One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
seek
I was dead in my sin
But God made me alive
Together with Christ Jesus Ephesians 2 verse 5
I'm seated in heavenly places by his grace I've been saved
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
Time flyin by and you wonder what happened
You got grey in your beard instead of Mick Jaggin
You pray to God often and you find yourself askin
Where did
Maneuvering in life like a strategy to masterpeace
Captured by the lavish dreams
Took two ounces of hash and weed
Then smoked out until i got too high half
the pace running personally run the race
I done seen these 忍者s from across the way by the bay
Seen them out with the blade I see these 忍者s everyday
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
Sixty over sixty with no brakes, there ain't no stopping me now
A million thoughts a minute, any minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this
minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this city, yet it's a desolate town
Weird stares, blank space, wears a dead face with a frown
So sick
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
Two-face
I'm so fucking two-faced
Tell me that I'm too fake
You love me on a Monday and you hate me by
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
used to there every minute every hour when you want me to
Now I think it over sitting in the shower for a day or two
And by the time I find I’ve been
Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
Remove the blood clot from the brain of hip hop
The name remains in tip-top shape
I'm still the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I came in
to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
nothing gets noticed but the mess
don’t bargain
Yes I’m happy I’m out the darkness
Now I’m grown up just like a garden
It’s my season, it’s time to harvest
All of my goals, hitting my
be intense
Some friends at the margin
Making summer streams harden
All these bulls shitting
Trying to milk me by the carton
But, uh, excuse me sir, I
slowly grew leaden)
Lusting for harvest (It cracked and bled within)
Not knowing to sow (And outward it wept)
I despise and cry (My wing was bent by
mind
Yet my actions saying that I want it
It's been six years in one spot
Harvest is over, no proceeding (Pro seed in)
Should I wait for the next season
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