Lyrics:
frustrations
And they are weighing on my mind
The Mets ain't won since eighty-six
The dolphins lost by fifty-five
I had to go to Mario
My little sister
VERSE 3: The Poetess ]
I was twelve years old when daddy started to get rough
Puff in one hand, the other holdin a glass of that 80 proof stuff
He
frustrations
And they are weighing on my mind
The Mets ain't won since eighty-six
The dolphins lost by fifty-five
I had to go to Mario
My little sister
you the one in center
You don't have to be like six something with your hands up
Just to block mother fuckers out of your mantra
How you nineteen years
growth
And I'm only growin old
I was thinking I was on
Oh my God I was so wrong
Imma do this for my mom
Imma do it till im gone, look
Funny how my
A hat trick of degrees and a job paying six figures? (c'mon, c'mon)
Fuck it
We run around getting checks for some boxes (boxes)
Thinking that'll bring us
all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
this moon by my camp fire tonight
As I still think about you
Do you still think about me?
The years have given me so much good
And most people have been
Oh
Oh God, what have I done?
I came to Berlin to have some fun
The clock on the wall strikes four, five, six
My eyes caught by a big crucifix
I'm runnin' in the parkin' lot, I'm four years old
I am lost, those were the days
The soft murmur of voices in the other room
Comforting you
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
Then one night 6 months later
While in the DMZ
Me own dear U.S. Air Force blew the hell right out of me
Still I loved my country
I saluted the old
On a desert Christmas morning, 1981
One month shy of six years old
In the valley of the sun
My first two-wheel bicycle stood by the tree
My heart
you
So I travel on
Beyond the stars
At one hundred and eighty-six thousand miles per second
I can fly
Forward a few years
To nineteen hundred
and strife
Don't caught up in superstition
Or swallowed by old tradition,
Thespians would be completer
Shouting "Macbeth" in the theater.
[Verse 1]
I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers
Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say she love you but
gives you legitamacy
This tiny little box echoes with your rage
Not since poor old pandora has so much venom been unleashed
By simply opening a box
Your
of being in the hood"
(Hah! Told you niggas, I'm a different dude)
Griselda
I'm the nigga that they fear
What you did in your career boy
I did it in a year
violent
Beyonce video dropped
Watch how quick it go viral
What about that twelve year old
That got killed in Ohio!?
The media purposely keep on
Minding
Earth is 10,000 years old
The truth to be told
Center of the Universe
Knowledge reversed
Created in 6 Days
A divine sway
Existence built by God
Being a boy of colors
He asked some hard questions
He asked the ones I never asked
At six years old, I took him to the beach with a friend
A blue sky
Six days of work and on the seventh he rests
Of course, God is a man, only a man would do this
Of course, he created women for man himself
For
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