Lyrics:
What youre witnessing is destiny
The reapers coming, yeah hes here for me
He aint taking my soul that stays with me
Goodbye old friend, This is
don't do the funerals
If they're by my side all intentions are mutual
Put a lotta work in I don't do the cubicles
Coulda made it already we just took
looking for a friend
We looking for consensus
For you to understand
Its not hard for every man but its just hard to be the man
You bring me high
So High
take to the sky where the birds are flying high
For they'll always be there for me 'cos they know our love has died, let me fly
Alone with the birds in
of those
Then finally you'll realise, school is a funeral for creatives
But it's a necessary tool
To better life, but I realised the cost is cruel
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
Welcome to my world
A safe haven for people like me
Where dreams are chased by light sleepers every time the night creeps
There aren't any rules
on the saddle
Fighting for your life
With a ping pong paddle
It was a battle
Welcome to our castle
The number one position
We always seem to straddle
Onto
piped up with ya best friend on the side
Smoking on a new high
This shit right here this a new vibe
She on the bed and she strippin for a new guy
Like
& yeen taking that
Imagine if what us did for USA was all taken back
Tired of funerals & candle light vigils
Burning us cuz we some lit individuals
Another
character
Eat'em all for sport
Going out sad
I swear I'll never know
That feeling
I got the frame
For the game
And this a fitting
Friend or foe
Play both
Eat'em all for sport
Going out sad
I swear I'll never know
That feeling
I got the frame
For the game
And this a fitting
Friend or foe
Play both sides
These
by his open gates
Let me believe I'm not too late
I'm here for you
I've broken through
The doors behind me close
Now Carlos's plan is exposed
O Samuel
land of confusion
Pick the winners circle now or you're losing
Friends you're choosing start abusing
Don't let them pass you by
We been working
the middle (eww)
The White Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Time Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll show you where I come from
By how
the school bell ring
Down for the cause
But I’m not down for the Bullshit
Niggas act tough around the ones who they Got pull with
Funeral ready
Like the day he
The Reverend had his wife done in by a guy I knew in High School
He and a friend should do her in and make it look like a robbery
"Here's money
(friend)
I don't fuck with rappers (nah), no I'm not a fan (fan), damn
Niggas really shoot, no accident (for real)
I can't make this shit up, I cannot
at the moment
I got mad love for you dog
And I hope to God that you know it
So keep yo head high, high, high
Don't let 'em see you low, low, low
On the grind
said, "I fear you're drowning me"
"Lie still, lie still, my baby dear, don't work your mother woe
Your father's high on high horseback, he cares not for
Over high mountains not too far away
Is a valley I'm longin' to see
There lives a maiden who wants be mine
But her family cares nothin' for me
Her
useful to him
Mother
Patience, Gustave, first I must find the stage manager
My dressing room, the musical director
Then we'll go look for our friend
why I have come to find a reason
But there cannot be a reason, not for death
Not like this, not like this
Three days later they made funeral plans,
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
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