Lyrics:
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
in the AM, by night, there was mayhem, by right, I will slay them
Way them that have been thinking they are deep with it
Claims loving music like they
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your
that bread
Not a contriet dude, or of with ya head
Yo, 1st Infantry and fed
We gonna give you that gangsta music that hurts your ears
But the fear
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with
The culture was never yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so
it
Make sure you bring your Mary Jane, and personal lighter
We keep that fire fire baby, baby
Krayzie faded, them blaze shit all day
When we rumble
what it is
Al Gotti I'm riding with Young Wiz
Gain Greene
Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz
The streets love it
Al Pac I make it do what it do
If
the heart about this music biz
Don't abuse it kids, it's just entertainment
Movin' units is essential, treat it like a job
Clockout at the end of the day
to your ear
So truth be told there ain't no best in the music biz
Cause people are different and god is great
So keep the faith and fight for your rights
Music has past gone by hopefully you don't manifest
For the wrong guy Egomaniac, in the Brainiac
Don't know how to act, shits deep
Forty eight tracks
To the music business. Thank you"
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey
thanks
For the face that launched a million pre-teen skanks
You were a virgin, that had to be hard
You've had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard
don't want fi see we happy
Them don't want fi see me make it out, oh
What do some photocopy
The most power them gain is with them mouth
All who a try
scared and fearful and don’t want to lose status in their society
If you put on your resume that you liked drugging people with Methaqualone in hotel
whenever I grab the mic
They're looking forward to see the Father MC Brizz
Handle his biz and make music with his mouth like this
Cuz the way that I kick,
down in the hole where The Devil lives
Said to sell my soul but I never did
Told the bros about this music biz
This is how it goes, this is how it is
to the natural way
Go 'head have a cow
Look great with sweat on the brow
I hope for your own sake them droplets don't feel like dripping down
It's such a pity
you know that sHit's real
Pistol grip pump on my lap all times
I used to drive a Hyundai
With the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost
THat kill bay
And I don't understand why
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
I don't do White music, I don't do Black music
I make rap music, for hip hop
And I don't understand why
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
I don't do White music, I don't do Black music
I make rap music, for hip hop
like beef on a vegan thing
Many many talk dey this music biz
It ain't really about the love it's just for cheese and peas
Ogbeni catch your sub if
the face that launched
A million pre-teen skanks
You were a virgin
That had to be hard
You've had more bones in your mouth
Than a St. Bernard
I keed, I keed
the blood sweat and tears
And losing some of your peers
And losing some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong
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