Lyrics:
How the fuck you been sleepin' on Risen and Leak?
By the time my first album released, you're deceased
Seen the skill of MCs that were poppin'
Lauryn
Got writers block I keep goin
Yatted like the rock type Samoan
Parkin in my spot and They towin
Snakes in da grass I'm unknownin
Never seen it comin
Wifi
My boy dropped on his verse, so my shit stay purified
I don't need your shit, on my own I can get by
Haven't made it up, but I gotta keep my hopes
[Mase]
Yo just think if you could rewind time
And start your life all over again
What would you give and what would you keep?
You
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
I get by,
It's still a rugged risk,
The way this old Ford
Keep a hitting and a miss.
Last week when I was driving
On my way to school,
I almost got
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
flowin', I told them I'm ready to dive in
Yeah, cause I walk with the spirit
Walkin' by faith, not by sight or appearance
Imma keep puttin' my praise in
you barely repent or pray?
So seamless
Keep it on the low
They don't see it
Gettin by
Gettin by so seamless
You don't even know
Not even
out the ghetto
We finally on track, now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time goin' by but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold
on
Come on boy...
Where you goin'?
You should stay a while
Why don't you just bring it on.
Hey baby
You have the hots for me
I can tell by the way that you
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
complainin' or askin' for help
Keep me the money, just give 'em my own
Foot on the gas, I ain't lettin' up
I'ma keep goin' fast until they give up
I be
to the floor
Back up and then drop
Effervescent time
Time's of the essence
Make 'em undress in
Less than three seconds
So whores keep steppin'
Whores keep
know
I hit the dance floor, once we get on it, we on it
Shake hands at the party, keep a number and I'm goin um
Better move ya-better move ya-better move
got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
got locked by the Jake
You was right I had to take the whole cake
I'm a hustlin' nigga, you know I ain't fake
I keep on fallin' with you (in
Met her on a Monday
I was checkin checkin by Tuesday
Beatin up the road by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
And even on Sunday
My best friend's mama gettin' sicker by the day
Cancer took over her body, got her all in pain
My homie goin' through it, I see it all in his face
I'm tryna get lit, pop another bottle (lit)
This whip so fast, goin' full throttle (vroom)
Bank account full, I hit the lotto
This the high life,
or the stainless steel
Pushin' Holt's high-heels when we bang the field
With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep
"Your life has been marked
By considerable pain
Do you think you'll ever get to
The point where you can live
A normal, happy life?"
No, but i i'm
Better keep your hammer right by your side
I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set goals
I want to know how many bullets can
to turn out right
And despite the turbulence, if it's my karma to keep winnin'
I hope the karma continues 'til angel voices is singin' to me
See, I
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