Lyrics:
this town
So many times I thought about leavin'
Got my ass kicked tryin' to compete with
Everybody else's ones that got away
Hung around long
Last time that I checked
It was five chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep, last time that I checked
I was sellin' zones in the set
Make
(can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (can it be that it was all so
The Preacher and the Bear by Jerry Reed
The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'
It was against his religion, but he took
When was the last time that you
Spoke to your pops
When was the last time that you
Hung out with yo dawgs
When was the last time that you
Saw yo best
the time that I had reached thirteen I'd been through hell and back
I've been throwed from pillar to post I've been banged around and scarred
I've done so
time on the stage
Unless I gotta crawl around and fix stuff
He’s more important he’s all the rage
Fog machines and black backdrops
He sets the stage
Yeah
You're welcome
Philadelphia
Philly
BX
Byron
BX
I go by the name of Reed
I got my nigga Darq with me
Darqness
It's about to be a problem
Leggo
Down along the creek i remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday (O oh)
Low moon don the yellow road
I
and I know that you hate it
But if you're down can you do another round with me one last time
Can I just vibe with you one last time
Can I just talk
thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
Cashing out pockets untill they all broke
Living and living it
spitting it retard riddling
Big balls dribble it
How many times I tell you we winning it
so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't
so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't
around, I'ma knock you out cold
So let's get it... I'm off the chain, untethered
I am your King, yeah I said it
Give it some time, you'll be giving me
the sunrise
Lyin' in the reeds
I came back home, you were waitin' by the lake
And you asked me, why I ever tried to change
Look around, can't you see I'm not
quite as original
As I
I'm like a hebrew speaking a negro spiritual
I'm motivated, mostly hated by generations
Of rap fans who don't know
How it was all
last night made about a mil
Did it just by sitting still, Real Perc Demon pop a pill
Say I'm sick nah bitch I'm ill, fuck a bitch til she can't feel
Yeah
stuck on drought
Ran outta love, it's out of time yeh, you fucking around
I am all grown now! yeh shit
I don't got time to be kids, you and I know I don't
clothes tryna hurry bout it
You need a fan A/C and some flurries bout it
Summer man my last name make a jersey bout it
Calm it down the skillet burning
could tell you quite a story friend if you'd care to buy me a drink
[ ac.guitar ]
Well I possessed by every weakness that takes a man a fool
I bought
it slow not here to critize
The last man brother for fo sho' it's time
You know baby space ain't hard to find
And eventually you gonna want yours
So here I am, trying to be the man, right
Using my gun to see at night, sleeping with my flash light
In the afterlife I hope the AC works
So while I
ain't have no effect, mariposa
I suggest y'all ain't get any closer
Go to bed with one eye open
By the time that we done
Y'all will recognize the blood,
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