Lyrics:
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'
People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
direction
I guess my man's death was my resurrection
'Cause now I hear him sayin' from heaven, "Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake
holdin' tight
All the memories, moments of life (Wooh)
I'm not consuming this
Stop the music, pop up with who this
Not the truest, that's who it is
this shit a hit. all the characters out here act, shawt
You going off the skript. Ill stand strong and raise my arm up,
Like im holdin up a fist. Aint no
spittin' game equal to the game of Barry Sanders
Lions, Tigers, and Bears. OH MY, Dreams are in a jungle of prayers
Lookin' up to the sky
Holdin' onto
still recite these lines
To rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns
Bringin' strength to the masses that be holdin' it down
The underground, to upper
Surprised by my timing, the games all mine
Dreaming, screaming, man the games all mine
Inspiration in my lines, they all rise from the crime
My shine, in
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
& dawned on me
The day of ya funeral, I pondered things
Like I hope Grandma Joe Zack & Augie holdin up
I wasn't stuntin my feelings, wasn't concerned with me
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
on the reels
Know they gonna hit our line after we finish here
No one gonna take our shine, I hope we made it clear (yeah)
Garage to the heavens, we gon' be in
to get higher like I'm flying, a pilot
Up to Heaven, me and brethren in that royalty line
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine
Heaven rock
talk feisty
Just make sure you're holdin' me down when I'm far out your sight
I go up from GRAMMYs, win by this shit international
Whatever you do
been told 2 times
2 separate priests all had the same line
They said that I go to hell
Prolly end up in jail
Prolly never gonna post bail
My life is
Trey Day, Nuski
I done lost real day ones playin' in these yellow lines, you hear me?
I'm the biggest, ain't no CEO or OG over me, nigga, I'm CEO
jump in
I cut those lines
I'm never gonna run away
Heaven Knows
Heaven Knows
Heaven knows
Heaven knows how it goes
You said rise I rose
I ran head to toe
connected
Style been perfected
If its hot it don't matter who direct it
And if I fuck up my whole team gets affected
Where I'm going only heaven or hell
gotta shine, keep on, cremate
The whole Babylon, times up, move on
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
Supposed through the gate, case closed
the people
With my heart on the line
Heavy in my purpose
Day and night I'm on my grind
But I gotta keep it humble
Walk with the most high
Ayyyeeeee
But I be up
I see you holdin' onto hate and it ain't healthy
Whatever's killing you inside you need to tell me
We can't live like this you keep on acting like
and I bet that won't shock me
Tryna make heaven by running up stairs my arms in the air
Feeling like Rocky
And speakin of Rocky in Philly they catching me
The black widow (beef no more, cold fours at your door)
She was married but four times a widow
The fifth time ditto, kiddo
Step out of line, kitko, she
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