Lyrics:
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
There's a train not far from here
It's gonna take us away and
Make everything all seem so clear
Hitch a ride up on the back
Let's keep on rolling
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up?
wonder if she's got a couple kids by now
Could've been me but i was just too proud
Too late to wish for the time that I lost
Yesterday's gone and it's
the wheels fall off my year
Good like the tires
Sometimes I feel inspired by the little things that keep me open minded
A lot of people close their eyes
And when it's done and said and said and done
Play's gonna be the victorious one
[ Play ]
Yeah
Dope, ain't it?
He-he, I know
[ Kid ]
Man, gimme that
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand
When your on it you'll keep goin' down
And there's no one to hold
up loose ends hang by a thread
Yesterday's news and they're not even read
You'll land a truckload of nothin' at all
You're in the eye but
Riding round with a thirty clip fuck With me
Ima empty it
Fuck wit me Ima empty it
Niggas hating on some hoe shit
Yesterday I saw my old Bitch
She still
not tryna get slaughtered
So I gotta keep my guard up
And it's sad yeah I know
I know people lost they souls
I know people lost themselves by themselves
were prime real estate, you see
And if we could keep them nice-looking
We could charge more rent for the places around town
Now, I know you guys have
you don't know the odds (You not a player)
Dice still rolling, ama keep spinning till I brake the switch (Yeah)
Made the bitch ride it now she don't
your life, ring stuff sends a chime
Poppalopadrop, lock it down and drop
Crawling on the floor, make the madness stop
I ask the spirituals "What
to the masses
Drop a beat, pass the mic, I'm attackin' y'all asses
So if you got beef, keep it hidden, bitch trust
Check my resume, I've left careers in the dust
And dreams, that we'll probably never see
Don't try impress your friends, just be who you wanna be
Keep on talking, it only helps my ego
RMO like trio but we
It's all good (it's all good), shit, go 'head do me that favor, nigga (bow down, bitches)
Well, let me take you down deep in the inside (deep down
It's all good (it's all good), shit, go 'head do me that favor, nigga (bow down, bitches)
Well, let me take you down deep in the inside (deep down
anything
is possible when you’re a kid
When you feel how hard it is to get through a day
Keep feeling like the
“Control” beat, keep downloading it
Every
Everything is only yesterday.
And on the way down
And we're gonna be wrong.
So we gotta be strong
In our town
We're bits of kids.
We're only bits
All the way it seemed by 89
But it's not all right. It's not even close to all right.
Down a hall in your house, down a road in December
(Down
Dem say dem love we but dat ah yesterday
Get what dem want and switch it up already
Dem nah go draw we out, oh no, nuh today
It nuh so easy fi
no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
You know I keep my ear to the streets
so it's up to me to bring you the truth,
I saw
Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy das nigga, diggy das what what?
Yeah what?
Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga
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