Lyrics:
from the fame
Y'all the same rappin' bout money and chains
I've been shot in the chest by my brother (ouch)
Dawgs got their bets on the other (what)
cause I wanted him to be proud of me
It's crazy how fast I went from perfect to good for nothing
Spending every day with the man that abused my brothers
by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause the shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin need oxygen
I'm so
know?
Yeah, where do I go?
Yeah, who do I call?
Yeah, just let me know
Don't wanna do it
Burning my thoughts and I'm smoking a doobie
Fooling myself man
by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell
I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some that's comin'
the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my
I'm not stopping 'til I'm in a high rise with no high eyes
Grinding.. Don't got time for negativity
I will not compromise
People with no passport will
'm burger how I keep the burner on
Really got no concerns, I just murder the song
My shorties stay hot, I don't gotta go and turn 'em on
Watch me smoke out
whoa)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (oh, whoa)
But I can't help it, yeah (oh, oh)
No, no, no
Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, yeah
right on brother)
See how low my chain go (right on brother)
Sit back and watch me work my angle (fuckin right on brother)
I was the best even before
that mic back
I don't got no gigs bitch
Working like it's rigged bitch
I been on my tank shit
Watch me make this lane switch
Sigh and I just had a meet
these bullets on his chest we gon make him feel sum pain
How you flexin in 3 bands i just spent that onna chain
Ever since i started rappin they dont look
niggas know run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers (yeah)
Run up them numbers
OKC, you don't want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady, the one
wearin' this she
Say that she don't do lames
And I put my trust up in this
Soul and make it my main
Hell nah, lil' Quando, we only no one thing
She really
high as a bee
I can't stand i stand up for myself
'cause I know I'm a man
Can't stand up by myself 'cause
The lean got me dead he don't like alcohol
But
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
from past lives
And no I can't lie, or trial by fire be baptized
Calling my rap ties, hustlers, trap guys
House wives, tables bussers, and the most high
of
One chain don't make no prison
Two wrongs don't make no right
One rain don't make no river
One punch don't make no fight
Can you spare me a little
waitin' all my life
Got my patience thin and hangin', I don't wanna waste my time
When I make it, I'll be gracious, take my family out the 'Hood
The more
niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
the jungle i'm with kichi and flip flop
Climbing up the ladder to the top homie hip hop
I got more bars than the tadmor prison
I don't want your money pay
and this is how the story goes
Ten brothers in a circle
Had the kid trapped, the one with the hood, he said, "We'll hurt you
If you don't run all you
truth and understanding
I bring wit and wisdom fair
Precious gifts beyond compare
We can build a world of wonder
I can make you all aware
I will
ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me
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