Lyrics:
i take the lead
Diving, phelping pussy
Woah...
Con los ojos cerrados
I don't see shit
Keep them closed
Keep those ghost's near by
I'll be back in
them starched heavy, big box chevy,
Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie,
Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it,
Might go nitro,
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
I left just to bring my dreams back home
Won't you bring it to me
Bring it to me
Bring it to me (Hey)
I left just to bring my dreams back home
Won't
Ain't no half stepping like semitones
It's a full send or we send ya home
I'm a Gibson to you Epiphones
I gets in my zone, I'll be left alone
Get
that's Bleek and them, trick
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out
I'm my biggest enemy Kept my head in the books and I got smarter
Now I'm making plays my money longer Said they on they hood shit but they hide
Behind
of fiends
No oil drip on my dipstick
Recoil boa constrictor
Tight as fabric in zippers
Move a mile a minute so you could blink and just miss us
Dont mean
a lonely road but I am not alone today
Shout out to those there invested in how my soul fares
I might go out my way to gather dreams within this space
But
This ain't the life where you could play the fake
No second takes
My dawgs in Chicago winter time dropping rakes
In that Top 1% like a Gibson steak
Ma
the sky that's designed to take me home.
In my dreams I see broken crowns beneath your throne.
But they don't know about it.
Verse 1
he said that Jesus
I guess them genes pass it up to me
And I don't hate him but I'm grateful that he didn't have my custody
Plus the pains of my mother put tears in my
and rented dream and get you followed by the feds
Cause this life is like a lottery, a loser then you'll probably be
Living with the ghost, like Debbie Moore
Scientist in thick glasses and pocket protectors want to patent it
My talent is unmatched by any rapper in this rapping biz
By any rapper on this planet's
the sea
And cake by the ocean
I'm supposed to pick one
And give my life and devotion?
Women lie, men cheat
Both of them just wanna beat
And I'm supposed
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
ray of light yeah
You got it figured out
I'm still finding my way home
I've been hanging by a thread
Take me take me home
In my dreams I am so lost
Yet
contact, we wanna lead them astray
But the niggas in the backseat
Lookin' like a snitch though
Cops hookin' up
Lookin' like a little bitch yo
So you know I'm
I'm tossing ya bate
Yea my pops got caught they done locked him away
My mom fought hard 5 jobs in a day
I'll be dropping the bars till I'm copping
The lonely roads lead to victims in the soul
I don't wanna starve again
Already lost in my head
I'm coming down
Time goes by
I'll try
To keep advancing
Pay
the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the Lord
I have
What my nigga Chuck got tucked in Duck closet?
Where we from we got bread and he cuz
And got enough to raise hell in the streets cuz
We was raised by
a better home awaiting
By and by lord by and by
Well I followed close behind them
I tried to stand up and be brave
But I could not hold back my sorrow
them
Fill them with the lead like they put in Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood
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