Lyrics:
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double are when we ride
Motherfuckers is sure to die
Boom once I enter the room
In the air all
the residential
In the truck feelin' presidential
With my girl lookin' detrimental
Killin' anything tryna to be a side piece out my mental
Outta your mind
You
of crack (crack)
Got ringing in my ear, I kind of like the feeling
So I'm finna chase it (bitch)
My past with drugs was so damn fun, I don't want to erase it
You’re not ready for the snow man
You don’t want drama
Trust me, I get hot like lava
So in point in the war
The government want to find out if
I’ve been
face down
Suffocate a pillow to your face
Tell me that you love when you cant breathe
Both my ears are ringing from the screams
I got you face down
a thing to ball, doing this shit for all my niggas behind the wall
Went up down and fucked up, but who the hell
I'm gonna call too many demons in my ear
things like, why don't they just quit
I've been trying to battle them off but they've been in my ears screaming
I'm always gonna fall I'm always gonna fail
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
I just got a text, I think I have to go
It's bro's before hoes, gotta stick to the code
I-I-I'm in my own lane, we goin' insane
This just the pre-game
Twist it on me like black groove magic, girl
Seeing your shadow, legs rise and fall
Taking our time, losing our minds, in the heat of it all
My ears
gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown
I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it
clear
Focused on this girl I hear in my ear
Got her staring straight through me like her gaze is a spear
Should've seen her appear, the dress silky
back to the Babalu
My boys I call 'em Akh, the foes I let 'em jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park
No I'm not a phony and I
handle it to get from the bottom
I used my mind to make it out they look at what I got
And wanna count up my money but never the problems, that come with
All this pain, all this pain won't go away
I'm tryna make a way for my bro Stuck in this situation, I can't change on
The low They done said a lot
inside
Barely scraping by like an anchor wrapped around and
Weighing on my mind
Fatigued restless eyes a corpse in disguise(ay)
I've overcome a lot but I
remain classics, dating back to the Babalu
My boys I call em hot, the phones all of them jock
And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park
No
words were comfort to you. But those words just aren’t in me. You don’t want the truth you want company and my truth would make us enemies. I’ve got
the truth what I did and who I did it for
Cause I put my City on out my City on and we ain't never gonna fall
Fuck 12 I got dirty work in my draws and I just
"Things Fall Apart
And we got this shit, nawmean?
And on the song Erykah Badu is singin' the chorus
This, this real smoothed out melodic shit
But guess
F' the radio, like SPC
The movie room in my crib, got a empty sweet
I'm with Sway, I'm getting interviewed by MTV
Yeah I'm ill at rapping, but I'm
the last laugh
Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
He said this year ya last, gotta
need you
Could get it here
My niggas always got it they
Getting it off the pier
You want to last long in
This game well listen here
You keep your mouth
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