Lyrics:
breath
The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest
Take six quarters out of the pocket
Drop it in the box
Hop the 48, off to pay homage
It
the time
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind
I had to Shine
By any means necessary I had to go out and get it
And come back wit
numbers fidget out of digit
What's your cost never scale down just to cut a loss
Fear installed by the reign from the top
Carried out by broken souls who
hide the medicine inside of the candy
Get cured by the music blasting out of your camry
If not I'll hide the medicine inside of your brandy
Cuz I know
hide the medicine inside of the candy
Get cured by the music blasting out of your camry
If not I'll hide the medicine inside of your brandy
Cuz I know
hide the medicine inside of the candy
Get cured by the music blasting out of your camry
If not I'll hide the medicine inside of your brandy
Cuz I know
could I see me taken out
By some gluteus, gluteus, maximus, maximus
I'm spas-ta-gis-a-mister-gis a mister-gis-ta-spas-ta-gis
Spectacular, the papes
your shit
Tired being less fortunate
Is what is what I live by bitch
Niggas told me don't worry don't trip
Get this project out and go kill like wick
being violent, spill, nigga
From old nat to flat shoals
Sticks they passin em out
Catch opposition at a show
Bitch we maxin em out
Been had the vision
quest, surrounded by some better men
Mind filled with excrement, could use some potent medicine
Days feel as pointless as adventures from the minute men
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop
You all steady runnin' wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon
Old niggas on that old shit,
fucking song
Let's do this though
(By any means necessary)
This is for the culture let's go
A fool with it the flow old school
Let me show you how a grown
Your clothes all torn and your face is dirty
Eighteen years old lookin' like you're thirty, ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yo listen, listen, Kid can we say,
than I ever been
Strapped in a chair while they figure out my medicine
Alive bitch, I'm the abomination
Mr. Needs more meds than the common patient
It's
Shit goin' all bad, but I'm patient, know somethin' good gotta come next
Old celly just got killed, his killer gone to ADX
Went from Audemar
You could prolly turn me down a lil bit/
Old ways, make me go back, yeah/
All I ever wanted was a gold chain/
Try to find a way to get my bros paid/
Young heroes with no place to go
Workin' hard but they've got nothing to show
Sittin' 'round with some old melody
When you're down and out who needs
show them that they bleed too
'Cause they took my heart, I'm heartless
I'm surrounded by this darkness
Anxiety got me nauseous
Can't
Stand up straight
bro
Knock off the stare
Or I'll leave you stuffed like a scare crow
No!
I don't get scared bro
Living they're whole lives thinking it's their show
song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
And all the medicine you fed us
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old
And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable
And to this day
right out the sky go bad
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to it, and I was like (oh, yeah)
See us come to award shows we're like
out, like a gorilla
When I was tore, I figure my, out the house of mirrors
I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression
I'm just there
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