Lyrics:
has he forsaken me?
To eternity in hell
Left to rot in the grave
And if it wasn't for the Lotus
I'd still be there today
[Chorus:]
Call upon
extinguished
(Wait they trying to hard to get it
They looking like they listenin to
The full band radio edit
You gave them too much credit
Thinking they could
make it or live the rest of my life
Get money, leave the game and live me a new life
Shit, I could live me a new life
Disappear like Pac and marry
around me
It's because of them, God never found me , right?
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Before I hit the ground, I caught 3 in the chest
Should've guessed my
Ah, shit god, this mug
It rings all day, I get text messages all day
I can't edit nothing, I can't write nothing
I can't call nobody I want to
This
Redbone
I really worked so much
Came from nothing
I got an i Phone
Yeah
She wasn’t trynna let me fuck
‘Cause I was an Android
got Purvis right by the collar
And Purvis gave a right big holler
Starin' into me father's fist
He said, “It’s your neighbour, he put me up to this
It
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin' clock radios
[Chorus]
We original officially the most original
If we wasn't so original then we'd be criminal
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
wasn't what it was, no
My dad's dad he could sell the moon
I never met him cause he died too soon
I won't forget him cause he gave me you
He gave me
puff
Puff out your chest some more daddy
Pass the blunt, "it wasn't me"
Oh now you're Shaggy?
Scooby dooby dooby doo
Where oh where oh where are you?
If
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
look like that
Didn't know that he rode the wave no rag
Didn't know that it wasn't me no shaggy
And they know I always got the weed, no baggie
How I'm
friends would treat me now
If I wasn't iced up with a Bentley and a house
That's why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits
And fake ass playas get a real
want the same thing.
We just want to be loved,
By someone or some thing.
But you threw it all away,
When you stabbed me in the heart.
Chorus:
I'm sorry
the first name basis but I fuck with y'all
Everybody at Radio, man
First of all, let me start this shit off with Noah Sheer, Gaithersburg's own
We went
Postman brought letter I grabbed it fast
That wasn't first time and wasn't last
My favorite dish was chicken's hearts
How can you tell me I'm not the fan
the beasts locked up behind friendly fences with cameras that follow everything anywhere
Auspicious signs are telling me it's all ok
Everything I've done has
friends would treat me now
If I wasn't iced up with a Bentley and a house
That's why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits
And fake ass playas get a real
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills
or nothin' nigga
Make it count or you'll regret it
Show me somethin' lil' nigga
They gon' stole what we gon' edit
They got me missin' my dawgs
Huh, free
almost every
Friend I had to AIDS or
Drugs or gunshot people were
Dying of AIDS everywhere it wasn’t
Safe to be gay
It wasn’t cool to be associated
With
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