Lyrics:
'm livin' the same old story
I get by with the hustle that my father taught me
I'm always humble when you meet me man I'm never cocky
I let the music speak,
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
win
Boo-hoo, someone grab the violins
Every time I try a ting, top bins like Haile when he sings
So of course they don't like me, I'm the king
Asshole by nature like my name was Tre
And I don't gangbang, I control the Game
What I'm representin' here's puttin' holes in brains
Oh, I say the same
a flame
A blue flame jumping off a gas stove
Somebody lit i was three years old
I felt fear, real fear
For the first time in my life but i
Remember it also
up
And smarter
Learning how to hustle
By free bandin' a credit
Card
The police is crazy
And ready to trip
On any nigga
Needing a lesson
Got us
efficient
While in addition
I'm subtracting they whole division
With precision
Written by yours truly
Who he?
Old schooly
Freshmen do not move me
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow that's your cue and by now you know
That I got another true lover
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow that's your cue and by now you know
That I got another true lover
it
Yeah the same ones now
The same old kids from the same old town
Say the same old shit out their age old mouth
Mad cause I'm here when they claim I
of the same name, Number - Of - The - Beast! Allright? Got that? Allright. You know what I
said earlier on as well, I think it was not a lot of people know that
worry me, see
I got a Glock that say 'Pac run the block
Fuck the cops 'cause my gauge gets me paid
As I sit and reminisce about the old days
Hugging
grant your wish like a genie
I got on McQueens but you can still king me
It don't count if nobody seen me
10k in my pockets they green as Luigi
I ran that
got me kinda restless
Yeah, like I went and took a quaalude
Chillin with the homies at the party know what they do
Shots of blue label then take ya
on time
But baby I'm switchin' to another line
So honey, never hang your single out for me
I'm tired of running on the same old track
Bought a one way
Gotten less checks since I got the blue one
So please tell me what the fuck that verifies
Twitter feeds don't feed my daughter
If I could sell that
skin both my knees
My gray eyes are the same color as the faded car seat
I have to roll up the ends of my dadʻs old blue jeans
Iʻm not half as at ease
the motherfuckin' deputies
Tryin' to do the same thing that they did to Rodney King
I stayed strong and kept my self-control
That's why my black ass got tossed in
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock n'
judged by my King
And you will fail
Take that as a promise from the King
Sometimes I do speak for the King
And you should kneel to your betters in this
bringing it back
By the bay
I wish I was
By the bay, the end of May woah
We never change, we're never getting old
When everything just stayed the same
We
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