Lyrics:
kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
And take your place in a wiser world
too far for the eye (eye)
Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
Seen (all over the globe)
And all the types who thinks our joints is aight
too far for the eye (eye)
Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
Seen (all over the globe)
And all the types who thinks our joints is aight
real but someone's watching my back
Maybe it's my boy Nick, we still miss you cuz
Next joint's for you, now roll up
We all gonna die one day, so
the man to follow
Because the sun doesn't shine by the time my night begins
And I'm begging the bartender for one last glass of gin
He says boy the morals
the summer she was moaning 'Old lover please come home'
[Chorus:]
Now she stands out in the midnight in the moonlight all aglow
She prays to Carter Stanley
some leafy green cabbage team way above average connection out in
Paris
Do what I do never do what I should
It’s been a minute but they know my name
he just gets spat back out again into a world where he doubled what he did
'Cause he learned, "Give it up or get fucked in turn, homie"
I'm
See when I do joints like these?
I do it for the youngin' in the ghetto
That you ain't gon' never hear his story
'Cause he ain't gonna make it
these purple clouds
Combination of the gin and kush, get the verses out
Vivid pictures in me, what a twisted world we live in
Silver lining in the linen,
in a cafe offering home made dinners, it's good food, but your clothes come out smelling of grease I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by
my car
Make this money on the road
I ain't tryna go home no more, nah
Niggas tryna take this shit to court
Tryna ho out ya boy
I can't leave this shit
going trampling the malls
Brick by brick until Babylon fall
Good to see you niggas onto somethin’ other than the C.R.E.A.M.
Damn, thought y’all forgot
(Blasian on the track boy)
We coming from broken homes
My niggas still smoking cones
And bitches knowing all the songs
The Rollie need frozen
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
buggin, you remember "Watch Me Now" by Ultramagnetic?
Oh of course dog, my favorite joint though was Gang Starr
What's that joint? How's that joint go?
to make sure that we all shine
Gotta fall back, let the weed contact your mind
Can find bullshit in any contract you sign
But if you from the streets
gonna said I'm shot
like they ain't seen a mothafucka standing out all night slanging rocks
oh I suppose to say and fuck the hoe
but they don't know
fall through
Scream out Joy to the world
Oh my god
What do you need from me now
Whenever I come to town
Know cake by the pound
Ice kinda bright watch it
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Of the AM Radio
The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played
was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Playin' back when
I was a kid
Want
girlfriends dancin' on the tables
Shut down the joint, me I'm just laidback and all
Surrounded by the gangsters puffin' on the cigar
Badder chick in
call
Drop another project for ya in the fall
Makin' every rapper wanna end it all
High off drugs I did several
I be on guard like a sentinel
Nothin up my
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