Lyrics:
me
I'm tougher, than concrete
Hear it in the way that I breathe, that I sing
Surrounded by kings and queens and IV's
Six letter word I don't know
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
doves fly
Thugs cry teardrops on closed caskets
Thug life is mine, I'm old fashioned
With this Uzi, I'll bleed your block slab
Excuse me for bein'
(stay up homie)
If you're locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To the king Larry Hoover
Sit down homie
I don't wanna go
I'm just looking for a party on the next floor
Fucked around and got scolded by my
Big bro
Yeah that's my homegirl we
Freddie Mercury, this is your life
Thank the Lord that you were born white
And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle your hypocrisy
stained to lose
What you know life in the five-by-eight?
Locked down for 24 hours straight
Two 4 grown men, just your pot to piss
Nigga, tell me, what
All Kings
All Queens
Yeah
We are all kings and queens
Don't let nobody tell you different
Don't let nobody stifle your dreams
Fuck their schemes
We
and Dub C
King Tee, Eiht, Kurupt and Suga Free
They Master Ceremonies and they Move Crowds
See, I'm from the west coast and I'm so proud
This where
Presley.
The king is alive!
So take my hand and I will take yours.
Of course, lets get off course.
We don’t need to behave ourselves, let us not behave
scarred
When they felt the power of God
Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
Down with the King, cause he's evil and vain
He doesn't understand
you
To the King Larry Hoover, stay up homie
To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your
the best possible way
The power of language the best sound 4 yr ears
With a few letters I can change your tomorrow, from a family man to a man of sorrow
King
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
heart is in your hands
This letter's to my fam
Shit I've done done the best for y'all
Rip previews to the epilogue
Stack the data against the wall
Cut
everybody knows it’s true
I just want to be right by your side
I just wanna let you know I’m down to ride
Our chemistry is real
I love the way we fit
Baby
A mate had OD'd,
I could feel your heart beat
I miss you never met you; X-O-M-C
Boys don't cry they prefer bawlin
Not shot callin. Teardrops fallin
I'm
blazin'
Leave your balls just like they raisins
Martin Luther King yo ass
Then queen yo Freddie Jason
Mercerize your nation
Leave you in a tub of man
one
What a righteous feeling
Open pathways
To take place
Allow grace
To embrace
I see God on your face
This is a letter to the old me
The future self
Look at your mother, teardrops
She just received a phone-call from the cops
"Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wife
Shot her with a gun
theology of time as your days blow by
It'll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah
The truth is coming like Butcher, nigga, that's word to Jigga
I pray you
I've told you almost every bedtime story
And you've heard almost every nursery rhyme
So tonight before you'll go to sleep and pray the Lord your
for certain
Then the ball dropped why everything fell by the way
As your teardrops were fallin' I forgot to say
That I have always loved you
for certain
Then the ball dropped why everything fell by the way
As your teardrops were fallin' I forgot to say
That I have always loved you
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