Lyrics:
to do business with you
When you can't even bust out the suit and tie
Do's and dont's can't prove me wrong
3rd eye for the insight
Live ya life I'll ride
and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passing by these haters like we got all A's
[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street?
Nothing but
of mind
Without faith I know that I couldn't make the climb
And how can I not make it it was written by design
on the streets or they down on their knees
Too many our people are thrown into war when they fighting for peace
I don't wanna wait till I'm six underground no no
my son to be the first one with a wheel,
I want to send my son to collage and pay it up for four years,
Let the streets be mad and tell 'em he
fighting demons, I ain't religious
It just gives me something to believe in
I can't remember the last time I took a call from God
Cause nowadays I screen em,
It's just another day fighting against time
Cause seconds turn to minutes turn to hours in my mind
The days go slow but the years fly by
Slippin
The Green Room
Ha
My momma say I need church, but I don't trust them pastors
Live my life on my terms, cradle to the casket
Cats used to sleep on me I took
Years flew by
We grew up and said goodbye
Different places, lives, and partners
But we kept up our ties
From time to time I thought and pondered
Did I
I know this might sound fake or maybe even sarcastic
But I have found growth out of the filth I've been buried in
I've learned to live and love
I can't feel a thing
I'm tweaking girl and my mind gone
Can't even work my iPhone
I'm way up in my zone
My weed smell bad as fuck
Count the green now
the Westside
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin' these
the West side
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dying for years, so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailing these,
the Westside
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years so how could they blame us
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin' these
Uh, let's take a trip
Trip into the mind
The mind of the wise
Okay, uh, enter the seventh dimension
Witness my ascension into the heavens
Like
streets
Black fathers blood shed on The concrete
Stray bullets hit a child
Now I never sleep
Being woke for 30 years
Took a toll on me
Nightmares of nooses
from my enemies
Will I live to be 23? There's so much pain
Ohhhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
Ohhhh
Tired of the strain and the pain
Years
we live by to get by if you feel this then get high keep them clips and them chips high wit this poetry I'll take you deeper than U.S lies watching for
world as a product of my own
And the twenty kids I’ve got
Only thirteen I know
I’ve been raised to live in hell
But it’s this land that I call home
That I
in mind that
Love is all pretend
Something that the rich man couldn't understand
Ghetto living brown man
With a gun in hand
35 years of living
And I’m
The freedom riders were spreading across the nation
They went to jail for marching and fighting discrimination
Fbi stood by, Justice Department stood by
my way
V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you
when the magic dies I'm still awake
I hate the way that seven years were robbed as they flew by
I hate the way we're born to live but live to die
I
tracks with a chorus
Get clapped by my rap supporters, catch you borders
Sleep walkers, get advanced to street orders
Hell comin', drop the dice, no
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