Lyrics:
poppin'
'Cause I told the same girls I would be the hot shit
One day
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This
frame
And I know it's long gone and there was nothin' else I could do
And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to
'Cause there we
came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a bitch to me
but got burned by the sun
And burned by the love
Waiting for the clouds to break in
Would you send down the rains
You know I ain't been patient
Shit don't be frightened
Said she giving head
Well I would love to be enlightened.
Hook
You know I like it
When you like this
I like this right
You
pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin that you wrote this song
But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
You better off takin heed
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
the chain if you can't afford it
'Ye them load of whores by the boards
Trust
That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks
So of course I'm off
you knew what this game would do to you
Been in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've been through,
So called beef with you know who,
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
I have a collect call from beep an Inmate
At County detention facility
If you would like to accept this call
Please press 4
Look I don't know what
I told the same girls I would be the hot s***
One day
[Chorus]
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This
think you would get a slap?
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
It's funk doc, you know my name
you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wine
As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless
If shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
you knew what this game would do to you
Been in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've been through,
So called beef with you know who,
would we be if they take our mics from we.
Or better yet strip on might itself
We done it before so I sit by the door
Those that claim but don't really
said hello and that's goodbye
He's got more faces than the cards you drew
You can't say spit, but you know it's true
When it all comes down,
get me a check, Take a trip out to Brooklyn
If he flexing a bag then you know it get took
Nigga fast on his feet, Man you know he be booking
I get
the zone, I'm leavin 'em in a phase
By now, I'm kinda used to leavin 'em so amazed
With my man Com-bred and Skillz, they know the ways
Call up Virginia
when Brooklyn comes to L.A., you get took
So analyze the outlook
The old days a drive-by was heavy
Cause it was done by Machinegun Kelly
The new days
man, then clap your hands
If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance
Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
So listen
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
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