Lyrics:
went by and he be worse and worse
Like he was thrown in a curse I hoped that he would reverse
Then one day he asked me for a couple a bucks
He said he
didn't have it in him after all that talk
Talkin' about he pop up in a four by four
Grass ain't green, let me mow my lawn
Two gyal fightin' and it's all
is one more step
I'm gonna get mine, let my chips fall
just behind the black line
Wheels keep on turning
As I drive down to hell
I don't mind my
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
need help
But it's either that, or face the fact I may end up killing myself
I can't tell if I'm a coward for being scared to leave
Or if I'm brave
through the night sliding like I'm Batman
Locs on my face riding on the track man
You see my west coast Cali niggas know how to get it
Lets get specific
It had been a grey december
Dark clouds in the sky
Try to forget how the months passed by
You got to be so restless
Then one day you were gone
Face
You should have known, I would have been there for you, but then I let you walk away
You're all alone, don't want to face the facts now, you were
late to fix these things
The pristine dream was over
Had to face the fact she split these genes with his sick seed
With skin the darkest pigment seen
tomorrow might brings
I'm not your puppet I don't give a fuck I'll cut off the strings
My straightjacket fits, the sleeves made by society
It's always
complain
I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain
It's like razors just to hear her name
Put that on double glocks
The beef is burnin' every tick
on your back just in black 'cause I couldn't understand the fact
That you had to pass and couldn't get a chance
To live a holy life
Always did something
ain't no set ride for me
So I ain't trippin' off no set
I'm bout money
D-O-E, cream is my thing
I got my mug-oning when I hit the scene
Let my
THOSE WHO HEARD ME BEFORE? CAN TESTISFY TO THE FACT
I BLESS EACH TRACK WITH NICENESS (YUP), NOTHIN LESS THAN THAT
DON?T PLAY THE BIGHEADED TYPE CAT WHO
was I to do with this death in my face?
The crew, blunts, the brew, or get saved by his grace?
I fantasized and I analyzed, understand me?
Ambassador
by these verses
I be nursing, shit, i be merkin'
And I'm been workin'
12 years of slave to this rap game
Mastered my craft
But still contemplate shit I
numb, I wanna feel nothing
Sit down on my face, it's nothing
Give me an imagine I can be cussing
Two minutes to hate on something
I need someone to blame
and titties
Legs so fine, face so pretty
Hair like "uh huh", walk like "what?"
She keep passin' me by - never
(I STEP UP) and tell her
That "I like your jeans"
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