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The target a rival but they didn't hit the target this time
They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it
And I travel backwards through time and space
either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white
one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white
Knicks vs. Nets, private jets
Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva
Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive)
East vs.
doing homework grades fell too
Family thought drugs was the change of mood
Tried to talk to my mom always came out angry
Thinking that I was going fuckin
Verse 2:
I was a man who felt stranded, lost and abandoned
Artistic like Picasso but didn’t have no canvas
One with a calling, wavered in my faith
So from
on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
And I bet you didn't know,
the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But
the fuck out of the way
Now gary was the schoolyard bully
Didn't have a lot of friends
He had kids do his homework for him
Stupid til the end
miss those days and so i pout like a grown jerk
whishing all i had to do now is finish homework its true you dont realize really what youve got till its
I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream
I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight
You know it's paradise when
And I'll wait for you
Spending hours diving deep
Holding my breath, if that was me
I know you'd do it too
Don't you worry every second
I'll be here
disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
I won't
they were tryin' to break me
Fuck that, you niggas didn't make me
And, I say you will never infiltrate me
Dim my light? Are you crazy?
Yo, we two
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you
then I was gettin' grown
I been crossed by some niggas who call my momma, momma
12 call my phone by the murder, I ain't say shit, put that on my momma,
would stick inside my brain
And my intentions sympathetic
But I knew it couldn't change
What made these people do the things they did and it was not okay
on
All the ladies think your fly and so do I didn't mean
The fellas think your fly and so do I didn't mean
How that sound why greet at 2am you on my
at an advertising agency
Or at a record label
My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art
Would have been to become Picasso or greater
That always sounds so funny
bar
Had to hot wire
So I moved on an old car
It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do
Started it up
And scooped my whole crew
Two blocks later
I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin'-ass mom
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with
nigga I'm an optimist
In my prime and I got a job to fix
Transforming cause they would not assist
I stay in my bag (Why) like I didn't do my homework
Try
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