Lyrics:
(let me back in, now)
And you be my queen (yeah)
And I forever your king, yeah, cah
Two wrongs can't make no right (it's alright)
It's alright
sown
No doubt my brothers and sisters
God has given us a miracle, finally, Black Street
Finally, we'll make it through the storm and the rain
It's
We're saying bye
To the way it was
We're gonna take control
That's just the way we roll
This is the time
We're here to make it up
We're here, so say
Yo biz, let's send this out to the Propmaster Cool DJ Red Alert
Bring the beat in, Todd
Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we
that
That would save you from getting overtaken by the king
Sincerly made a pact
Making sure I severly impact
My yearly income
Fight for my people till
goin' hella fast
Speedin' by you in that coupe with those winter tires
On my phone, yeah, you always cryin'
I'm the king and you the queen, of lying'
not tryna cuff you
I'm tryna be that name you say by mistake
While he make love to you
I'm just tryna make you tell him maybe making love is just
Not
mixtapes
I'm not afraid, take my face and my name, paste it on the front page
I'm already famous and you'll never change it by hating
Or claiming
average
Baby I deserve it all
Give me the hardest fit on the wall
Imma ball when I go to the mall cause baby I deserve it all
If you owe me better not say
Vigilante but to society I'm not a menace
She don't wanna dance
But my grooves make her bend it
Flying away like I'm bicoastal and I'm local
Leveling up
We all thought about it once or twice
It's funny I never thought that I'd be homeless
I used to walk by them, now I'm living on the corners
the lights in jeopardy
How did we dim the flame in light of ecstasy
Used to have skin in game, and now it's leprosy
You was affected by lies,
But finding
saw a shadow
The rival not the wrong one
It doesn't matter
So I just can smoke a Slob one
I heard the fingers, Slob's momas started runnin' out
I'm
All of yo jewelry too fogged so tell me, it's real or it's not
I'm spinnin the block when I drop so tell, it's real or it's not
Im grippin her ass
you never gonna make it
What's the point to speak if we all know that you faking
If they want the cake then we all gon go and bake it
This is for my
A never-ending stretch of space, of undiscovered bliss
I'm pretty sure that's false, it's not a real thing that we miss
It's just a lie that we all make up when
Pore full of sores
Pull yourself out of thorns
Yield some corn
Life is not boredom, not chores
It ain't got scores it got doors
not bought for, it's
a wedding ring, you deserve everything
If I’m being honest with you I’m really not that man,
I’ve been through my own shit I got to work through
It don’t
wont cheat me
Ima make em really feel it till the point they wont call me again
Hit base with it by myself and I don't need no friend
Ion give a fuck nah
[bigg jus]
It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (4x)
I was once in
Like a crack on a runway
We're going one way
Can't stop 'til we make it out
Like a man with a screenplay
Headed to LA
Can't stop 'til he's off
in a drive by
It do you some good
Good
I come from the hood
My niggas on standby
They make sure I'm good
Good
You run from your hood
Get caught in
their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that's not important
No freedom 'til we're equal, damn right I support it
I don't know
And I
of my crown
The city by the bay
Is what the people say
We got that fog
Not like sunny L A
A bridge on each side
One golden one gray
We keep it LIT
Hear
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