Lyrics:
Sometimes I think back to the old days
In the pointless conversations with the old me
Back when my mumma used to hold me
I wish somebody would of told me
If
showed off all my class
Versace on my neck I peeped it as she strolling past
Took a double take, yea that brother he be bad
I'm just chilling and she
that
Don't got my back
So many people did me dirty I can't keep track
Gotta stand by my bros that's my slime
Hella memories ouu the old times
None of em
I be by my lonely
But to whom this may concern, just know I keep it on me
Got me droppin' back to back, cause niggas sleepin' on me
And I ain't
style busted
You lay around and watch me break the mic stand
You should know by now that I am the man
Comin through, takin my place yeah you all know
my brother the man of the house
My brother was broken when he was young
The pain in his eyes i feel it in my heart
Same scars under the same oath
Hold
come from a city where it's, or be killed
I lost my brother do you know how it feel?(Do you?)
I lost my sister do you know how it feel?(Do you?)
I swear
Tell me how you love when you look me in my eyes
They say you not a man when you go you and cry
And for god I stand an for god I die
Tell me how you
have the whole pen with me
Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh
Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me
This is history in the makin',
I'm talking old money
I want my restitution
Like b***h you owed money
A revolution is the resolution
You thought Barack was changing s**t
You going
I'm talking old money
I want my restitution
Like bitch you owed money
A revolution is the resolution
You thought Barack was changing shit
You going
awful kind of you, you're making me blush
I could use some competition but they not making me much
Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust
and the jeans YSL
And I'ma be high as hell
(Cause I want to)
I'm my own man
I am not you
I'm a grown man
(Big dog)
Pit bull
Tell me what you wanna get into
What
Shelly, Jessie, and they real, and Gary
(?) and my brother, Uncle June, and my mother and
Even though sometimes I get too busy to touch you
From me
go, baby
Now, listen
My mama told me
Be careful who you do 'cause karma comes back around
Same old song, nah
But I was so sure
That it
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
Since I was born
old fashion
You don't say wassup, they don't check in I feel left out
Lost connection
But it's all good please stay away
Got my shordie wit me we gon'
me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death
do you do? Not enough!
I've got a plan, with just one hand
There's just one thing to do
Give em the old Don't Argue!
I'm the enforcer, and my picture
young, my big sis still playing with Barbie
Young brother, big city, eight million stories
Old heads taught me, "Youngin, walk softly"
Carry a big clip
speak, and when you acting
I'm gon' fight until it's right and that's a fact man
I'm steady running all my brothers on the track man
It ain't no joking, we
My potna died, my cuzzin died,then my brother died
Man U don’t understand the feeling to watch yo mother cry
A cold stare can see
feeling
As the world been burning
This one for my brother cause I know that he been hurting
I know that feeling you got lingering and lurking
I wanna help
Minding my business, tryna die of old age
It ain't strange, we arrive with no name given
So vain, John and Alice Coltrane
Kinda love don't stay,
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