Lyrics:
to forget, that I was raised by my mother
All the love was a gift, that we gave to each other
She was graceful and utterly gorgeous
Now I'm ugly and morbid
stripe than the bengals
No need for the gang sign
I'm using my trigga finga
[Happy P]
Now won't you roll one
Po the four one
Sometimes I'm real
it down
I am here for the crown
I'm the heir to the throne
I'm the king of the jung
Lion heart pumps my blood
Mane I'm just killin em
On the hunt, half
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
the only me, (me)
But I'm the first to bust (bust)
And you're the first victim, (victim)
Quenching my thirst for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't
to my ambition
And the child of a musician
Artistry's in my blood
It's a gift that I've been given
Who am I to deny the talents that I hold
Though I'm
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
on is a gift an a curse
An don't ever forget what your worth
While your stuck here on this shitty earth
Ayy go miss me with that bull shit
I'm on some
to get in my way
Feeling like I'm left for dead
Hustle struggle everyday
I'm the only nigga in the hood
That can speak in tongues
Is it a gift or a curse
rather keep my mouth shut long as my mind open
And tell these niggas never mind what I'm smoking
S-E-P just a mix of high potency and potent tree
Big
Street, you could call it "kill or be killed" street
"Lost a pint of blood, let it spill" street
Stop and wake up!
Wake up
They say my folks'll do
You came down and shed yo blood for me
Yuh
Look what you've done for me
Aye ooh
Ever since I found Him I just been ballin'
Yuh
Back then I was doin' my
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
This murder in the first
Whatcha thought, that was the gift? That's the curse
I put everythang on it, that's 'The works'
I'm in it for the perks
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
just started rappin
Started mapping up a way out
Had to reroute
Let the fam down
Moved to a new town
Swear this meant to be
Cause me and my homie P
the other single celled
Hopin' to god that fuckin' your single sells
I'm bringin' hell, side by side with FMA
I'm the ultimate organism
I got my horns filed
scratch the air
Invoked Demeter
Drown out their envy
Flip the ground to blood
Let's ravage mankind
Reset existence
Divine might gon' grind
Suffer the curse
and get merked for Christmas
But the curse if gift less
I'm the first to spit shit from a podium
Go to your local church to get this
Y'all sell chickens I
it's my first time, g I'm coming fast
Don't be fooled by the love, you don't know them guys
They be smiling in your face plotting your demise
Have you
to leave da hood
Soon to realised he couldn't do It on his own
Took his God given gift and Placed it with his blood
But with him by his side he felt More
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green from counting the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off
The horror, it'll forever get worse
Yet and still, it's like a gift at birth then you inherit a curse
But the meek must inherit the Earth, it's Heaven's will
of its confessions
Out this tongue dreams and nightmares manifested
Whether good or evil
Out this tongue a gift and curse
Out this tongue can make things
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