Lyrics:
pedestrians
Walking 'round my prodigies
Harvey Specter
How I bended rules
And still got my law degree
Art director
Everything you see is me
From the cover
non-linear
Convoluted storytelling
Name some names
Amigo
Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice
So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer
It was
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends
Dr. Dre was a (dream)
I had visions of makin a classic, then my world turned black
Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonder's glasses
It's kinda hard
on the album before it dropped
I was on a roll and I couldn't be stopped
Writing these lyrics I wanted you to hear it
Because it felt like a new version of me
Ave, had the scoop with the camp
I know mama Thug livin' richer than friends
You know Dolly, Doraah from the block, they the best
I got two twins in
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
nigga that they wanna' be
But I'm the man now
I'm in popular demand
No handouts, I work hard for my shit yeah
Got it out of the mud, had to wipe the dirt
time, I got
To you, that money
My dreams come true
My life in diamonds
Who knew?
Who knew?
Who knew?
I'd leave it behind if you let me
Ironic,
and forth, I keep racing
You ain't never been in my book and I got a problem with it, why?
'Cause you acting like you read my pages
I wreck these stages,
in grey
Got no privacy, got no liberty
'Cause the twentieth century people
Took it all away from me
Don't want to get myself shot down
By some
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that
I drop funny rhymes and punchlines like my mouth is my anus
Rest In Peace to Harold Ramus
What's the point of livin'? Givin' it all when it's all
cheeks like a rose, and in jacket so blue,
'Twas William stood by Mary's side.
Forgive me, dear maid, then William he said,
Your love it was only I tried,
It On Me"
So homie, stay from 'round here you aint know, this is Rule here
I'm cockin back, I got an idea
[Chorus]
[P. Williams]
Yeah, you feelin hot
closed
Is it back to charging motherfuckers four for an O
I don't know I keep a rotary phone
So I remember all the numbers of my homies who gone
Proof
Cause whores gettin highly and
Stoned like Medusa
Yeah, a new Hibushi? eatin all sushi
And then I tear the mall down
For new Prada and Gucci
My album's
I got hella shooters like the taliban
Some of them are from afghanistan
All these other rappers yeah they fucking suck
Caught two my opps lacking call
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
the time we tie the knot up, Tyler, Tyler, he got caught up
Now they taking my ricotta, bunch of lawyers and 'your honors'
I mean, it's no mama, more
sure
But that was my, that's who I had in mind
Boom
But so, how did the album come about?
Aight, so check it out, this is how it came about
I had
'cause it's my town
Word to my mother you can throw up your rock now
Got off the beef shit 'cause I ain't tryna see my mama in all-black
Right there,
’m warned, since I was born I
Was screaming inside of my head
That’s why a demon is in it
And I was squirting semen so I got off
It and got knocked off my
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
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