Lyrics:
of a raw deal
I can relate, ‘cause I'm another one and the same
clways figured one day I'd Roc-c-Fella my name
But I never been the type to get jealous
On these sites gettin' tags and shit
Passport stampin' it up
Barbados, Botswana, Djibouti nigga
Oh you think I ain't know about that?
You know I went
Verse 1 (Kurt Dog)
Inglewood mentality stack it to the ceiling bee raised by the Og's which makes me generation 3 in the trenches tuck something
Uh uh ask that bitch about the head she
Gave me behind the curtains
Dont talk on the phone in 3rd person
Them feds on my ass I'm nervous
I ain't change
to sell dope, but in 1994
I'm making Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing
About the days back when me
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
There was to be some sort of break in and I was complaining
but I couldn't quite formulate what it was
I was complaining about something about not being
about my life and 'bout what's on my brain.
You ain't gonna realize 'fore it's too late.
That you threw away your days, life gone to waste.
Found a bunch
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
precision's what's ignoring you
If you speak, they say it's nothing but the boring news
Give me something bright, give me something to write home about
Give me
she goes [Repeat x3], nobody knows
About her feelings as she walks the street at night
There she goes [Repeat x3], nobody knows
About her feelings
touched to be
Recognized by the Foundation
But I've come here tonight
To express another dimension
Of gratitude i think I can do it in
Three or four minutes
more with my range i think what I
Admire most about Tyler, how dedicated he is
How much he really
Wants to make something meaningful
That's gonna be
we sleep on the ceilings
Is it just me or are we falling into different places no one's ever been
One to see myself turn into something, Pieces
A Motherfucker, you can see it in my eyes
Nigga, big bird and this fly
Big 3 all about his business like A suit and tie
Every day I wake up and get my cake up
They
ambition to even debate with you
So chase the dragon, but I know the dragons chasing you
When's the last time you said something nice about me?
Can you tell
"Let me tell you something, Mark
Don't worry about it, she's always had a mouth on her"
I said, "I know, but she's your sister, I've got her back
You
respectful to these gifts that I've been given. Im trying to make a difference by making a few Insicions. Much too mature to be making poor design. About
counting to three
And by painting away all my damn desolation
Nobody's world is where I live
Since no world in life I've ever created
I stop wondering about
for something that I must reclaim
I am growing stronger I have found the hunger bring me back to my life
The long dark broken by this light the vision
Sitting in my chair just staring, at the ceiling
Can't imagine, got no passion
We just work and watch as people die
Heard about it on my phone, oh
Deja vu like I was there before
Days fueled by Adderall
With some extra dose of something
You ain't ever heard before
Ay you ain't heard before
Who
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
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