Lyrics:
of where I've been
When a man pulled up beside me, and told me to get in
Where you headed son, I heard the old man say
I don't know it's to early to tell
you up in my crib when you lost your granny house
You never gotta thank me for that man that's family talk
I stayed in the studio, I took the Grammies
try to tell me that I'm ruthless
[ Richie Rich ]
So when I'm kickin knowledge I be frontin on the schoolin
[ D-Loc ]
But you're wrong
[ Richie Rich ]
sounds like a microwave
Is startin' to melt
My coffee pot could make a song
And get more iTunes sales
And I remember when I met you
And I rode in your
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
to that heaven I need
'Cause girl you know I can't get enough
Lady lay that sweetness on me
You got a motion that melts up my mind
Every time that I see it
alone can turn the dark
To a walk in the park
I only talk from my heart
So open yours when you're listening
Every man has his own heaven
hole in his pocket and I pointed it out and I was like, why don't we just get you another pair of slacks?
And then he looked at me and said, Because we
that shit dummy
It's kinda crazy how fast time go by
I used to think I need a man who knew what poor was like
Now I skip that shit just listen to these
to think we really did stereotype demons
I mean, they're pretty cool guys when you meet 'em
Like, yeah they do the torturing, but that's just a day job
this summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or somethin'
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or somethin'
Like, Weezy's the man
If
blood gushin from ya arms, legs
Head and stomach i felt the hatred
Cause when I turned around like the Matrix
Comin for me
An array of bullets headin dead
style
You mad at me
Cuz you like my style
They say what I'm tryna do
Has never been done I wanna try
I will not be defined by
Old failure I'm a new
face
Popping pills and powder
Trying to kill some hours
Cause when I'm sober
Man I promise I can feel the power
Of death eating me slowly I'm on my way
album, and hold it down for my camp
Surrounded us all like bonfire
When I lay a verse down that's born fire
I was born fire
An ode to the worst of my days
worn all over the world
By real cowboy, women's and pearls
He even made one for me he jokingly called "the old friend"
Bridge:
Well when old friends
and get
Me for enormous creme i don't forget no one
I put them all with the team i say
4x's yo yo I just don't love no bitches
I jus don't love no hoe
me how can I get closer to you
Hang time only better with two
Tell me how can I get closer to you
Late nights I've been thinking of you
Tell me how
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
they all get upset
Like you only exist as this one element
Take a breath of fresh O2 when
They can't get with it
Kind of a humblebrag, I'll admit
It, I
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