Lyrics:
time, I'll never be you
And you'll never be me, no matter how hard that you try
This is for youngins out there wondering how far you can fly
The truth
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
the inside, I'll be waiting for the family
Go in the chimney, I'll look they don't wanna drive
I'll go to reset, pretty much me, how you guys let this
anymore
When the music's gone, we don't play anymore, whoa oh
You keep it pretty calm like there's nothing really wrong
Wasting time trying to crack
to the gate
4:11 to 5:15
Sitting in the chair
Owned by the people everywhere
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Please, I swear
I promise I'll forget about this
brain
Like, for a woman
She doesn’t want nobody to She wants
To be in control of
Her body and choose who she
Wants to give it to
And no one can come up
should be
With all of these blessings that are right in front of me
Why can't I be?(Positive)
Why can't I be?(Positive
Cause I agree
With all these people
And the cherry on the top is that you had what it takes
I'll be independently doing this until the death of me
By working with the people that will only see
Live to buy apples
This music's more than music
It's a lifetime capsule
So I share it with the weakest minds
'Cause in the end we'll be the strongest
That power
Oh, oh oh
This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four
, and I ain't had shit to eat
All day, KFC, snackers a dollar each
Bar-b-que and nacho cheese
I bought 4, ate 3, gave one to Top Dawg
I would've had one for
thing
But I'm a fiend for music so I entertain
And rap is not the only thing that I do
You get me on the court and I'll run em and hoop
But now off
Yup
4pm job interview, I can't be late
I'm all about that bread but I'll also eat that cake
Just call me a chef cause I’m cooking something great
lettin' the music on the side, and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music on my side always, this be the theme for
know where I'll be
'Cause if I ever am in doubt I'll just send it back to Harvey
(Hugh you're supposed to go up-line there)
I'll just send it back
but never convicted
Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted
ACCESS DENIED(4x)
(Tech N9ne)
I don't make my music for no mother fucking whites
I
with the music
And it makes you wanna do it
In a way you never knew it
Pass the dutchie to the left
Like it is 4/20
Pass the dutchie to the right
Like
attack
Not easy duplicating the four
There's a lot more in store
Until the fat lady roars
repeat chorus
People wonder if we're rich
I'll tell you
am about
And put it in the music
Nevermind what you heard
I'll put it in the music
Keep it honest, keep it hood
And put it in the music
Giving thanks
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be coming back for you one
for my mothafuckin' niggas
Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in
Me and the homies
Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka
And be like,
music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up
bitches
Right Back 4 Da Summer i Told y'all bitches
I'd be straight by the summer
III ain't got nothing else to tell you
Promise I'll be straight while
where true
‘Cause we become what we pretend to be
And I pretend that I was there for you
Oh, your words
Couldn’t be any clearer
But it took me a while
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