Lyrics:
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
Angelou still I rise
And my poems are coming for you
I flew back to California
Healing in hand
Went straight to that gym
And walked my ass in
And I swear
if not yous a gonner
I'd ratehr be meeting niggas in time and square
Cause what is rare and gettin' extinct is niggas with shit to share
I see his
Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping,
lil' man it's for real
I'm ma show you boys
How to work a wood wheel
First thing game face on hand on a steel
imagined
If I could go back in time just to see
I’d hold her close, a little version of me
Tell her it’s just temporary
And I’d show her all she’s gonna do
of times, and now I'm writing all these rhymes
Hoping everything will turn out for the better, while I wrote this letter
To myself hoping everything will come
The average, the best, the epitome
Anyone who holds rank of an MC
Will be slurped like the drink through a straw
So get the punchline, I'm down by law
Two are's
a screw driver
Master Ace is flipping
Your grip is slipping, it's time I start stripping
Young ladies and the titles that hold 'em
I treat 'em like
Just take my hand
and you will see
forever yours i could be
This time
We can't go back,
It's too late to say goodbye
We can't turn back time,
I don't
did R. Kelly, and I
Wish that doc could scream again
And bullets could reverse so Pac and Biggie breathe again, (shit) (I wish)
Then one day they
with
No way I could find some inner peace
If I don't get to understand what this means
So tell me baby is this right?
Tell me about all the lies
Tell
up plan, back up man, I'll do it right with the pact in hands
We kill shit like kumansy, y'all just keep playing like a pack of bear.
When I crack
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
coming baby we are so brand new
back to top
kissing bedrock
you've been kissing bedrock i can tell
by the way you carry round the world
on your
it backpack anytime I rhyme
But I'm having a good time and that ain't what's on my mind
While the rides and the watches and Franklins inside
'n again
'Cause it sounded good to me
One more time!
We could jam in joe's garage
His mama was screamin',
"turn it down!"
We was playin'
were mangled. As if some animal had mauled him.
It seemed too real––but it always did. These are just images assembled to scare you, one therapist
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
rap in the key of r-a-p
Now that is over I'm ready to jam
Want all you people, to clap your hands
Tonight we're gonna, scream and shout
We're gonna
rap in the key of r-a-p
Now that is over I'm ready to jam
Want all you people, to clap your hands
Tonight we're gonna, scream and shout
We're gonna
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
problem is I don't fix things, I just try to repaint
Cover 'em up, like it never happened
Say I wish I could change, are you confused?
Come upstairs
I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions bake pies we brick oven
Taught game home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, Ansars
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't
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