Lyrics:
the shits I'm tryna hit up the work yard (work work)
Damn shawty thick she tryna hit before work start (ahh)
On my lit shit (ahh)
On my lit shit (ahh)
On my
I really can't breathe yo
Got a spark
But pulled by the dark
cnd sucked by my hurt
Want to leave my mark
Don't know what will work
Cause I
Got
Eyes roll back betrayed by fate yet again
My end draws near
I refuse to a mark a grave
This is not grim chance or fate
The snare was set
finished until God says I'm finished
Make sure the devil's diminished
Mark of the peace is imprinted
Guided by the Holy Spirit (Yeah)
I want to show
I'm dipping my toes by the pool
To keep my feet wet
I'm dipping my toes by the pool
To keep my feet wet
Cuz I gotta stay drippin
Got my fit on fleek,
the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll,
Dre on my team, I'll get away
With murder, I'm like O.J.
He's like my Cochran, today
We keep them Mark Ferman tapes in a safe
Locked 'em away
hard
New lp in 2 month
When I get money I won't be influenced by the dark
Throwing up the dogs they bark
Benefits with my friends at park
If nobody there
hard
New lp in two month
When I get money I won't be influenced by the dark
Throwing up the dogs they bark
Benefits with my friends at park
If nobody
is diverse
Drive towards challenges I never put it in reverse
I immerse myself in spurts come see the fruits of my work
Painting brush strokes no joke
the water or get hit the rudder (Hit with the rudder)
Im way too high got my head by the shuttle man Ima stack hit after hit on each other (Hit on a hit)
I
on feet, survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Ain't tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand
I had to bless the head
were at the top, I made a new spot
Coming through and I'm crushing shit
Even you can feel the extent
Leave my mark like a pissy bench
Try to halt my
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
Whipping up the work I feel like slaves (slaves, slaves, slaves)
I'm shipping out the work when I get paid (paid, paid, paid)
So many boxes in my crib look
it down
[Father MC]
Well I begin the weekend with a groove
Roll about eight deep now what's my next move
Waitin to nightfall so I can enjoy
to skate
I am fueled by what I hate
Medication got me numb
Only way I'm feelin sum
Late night posted with my drum
If I up it they gon run
Life's a joke that
jiggling while you jerk it
Dirty's gonna work it out
(Do that thing)
Now I need to put my work in
Double my pleasure, whatever, lets get together
a lockdown by all of my fears
But it's safe to say (what)
that I've managed to finally go clear
My confidence was in an out like the burger joint (like
I gave you everything, I put you front and center
Forced to domesticate, you made me surrender
Confused by the abuse but I knew it wasn't right
Took
the kids who bullied me
Teachers thought me danger
Always keepin a close eye
I had a gang of younger kids
Who were always by my side
They be following
and you know the vibes
Time to express don't go and hide
Nothing to fear G by your side
Ready to steer, it's a nice ride
Look at my eyes you see no lie
the frig shelf
Crazy thing is
Not one tongue welt
My mouth ain't affected
By that acid
One day my shows will
Bring the masses
Cut up a pineapple
Better pass
corrupting order
I am the secret hand of pain
I am the builder of this wonderland
My face is known by the insane
My work is black the sin moves
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