Lyrics:
to have it all
Now all we got left is these shoulda couldas
Shoulda did this, coulda done that
Woulda brought yo ass the moon
Instead I'm all alone in this
Prolly coulda got a bag
Shorty wasn't thinking
I ain't really care bout her
Got her bloody stepping in these red bottoms
Shorty top me up yea she a head
Charts number 3 but I'm making all this cash tho
Did it by myself, don't need you, just my rap flow
Made your lil bro deal with me, that's laughable
You
did what I did had to shake you off me
Cuz bitches was talking and you was moving wassi
I'm saucey I'm walking with this juice niggas tryna off me
Had
his chest he
Lookin' like Red Fox
This will fuck up a disc
But not one that come out a Redbox
Shot him walkin' up the stairs, I shot son
The real
Need to look up in the mirror, face the facts this is the truth
Y'all be chilling in the matrix with the red or with the blue
Y'all be chilling in
Take a bullet for my brother
Swear that I did
I coulda shit my brother but I love that kid
Mamma ima gangster this the life that I live
guess it’s kinda sad
Now I got my money right it’s coming by the pack
When I fell for you my heart was red but now it’s black
Call me Saint Seiya rolling
they purged the critics
Red hat rapper counter culture
I’m a urban menace
Wear your mask when your waiter
Comes to serve your dishes
Joe Biden touches
is
D.E.V.I.N that's how yuh spell relentless
Coulda 40 years, 40 Decades Nuh care how long di Length (lent) is
Excruciating pain ina mi brain a mek mi
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
know every letter
Got off my ass and I got it together
I did this shit and I thought I would never
Surrounded by haters I thought I was set up
on
Maybe we took this too far
I went in headfirst, never thinkin' about who what I said hurt
In what verse, my mom probably got it the worst
The brunt
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old
And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable
And to this day
sing this one
All souls matter
Coulda red, yellow, black, or white you are precious in His sight
All souls matter
Melanesia and Micronesia it is time
My pops told me son you gotta watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers
[Outro]
Maaan, I coulda been did
Ay what if....What if we all need anger management?
Huh, Why don't we just...
Treat this song like a...an anger management class
Ya feel me?
I
barely functionin'
Ain't no consciousness, I'm bout to spaz on this stallion
Fuck a casualty, everything we did was lavishly
Fuck a tragedy, all these
as real as can be
Keep it a hunnit with myself
I think it coulda been me
I'm only takin' blame for shit
I feel I coulda prevented
Like choosing to stick
this game with level head intact
Imagine going from being a no-one to seein' everything blow up
And all you did was just grow up emceein'
It's fucking
the tip
Two months from now get a taste of the dish
just some waste from the dip
by my waste like the blick
Food that I'm feeding this year my nigga
is
They've been waiting for the dog to scratch
Already got Grand Champ status
Tell me how they feel about this?
All I see red, blood red
Fuck that nigga
don't even know each other
Why did I ask
Coulda left things as they were
This is a cape, this is a carapace
School of stock phrase prevails again
This is
pinned to the ground by (I can't breathe)
Minneapolis Police. After Cell phone video shows one of the officers put his knee on (I can't breathe)
George
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