Lyrics:
I get to the top?
They telling me
Hell no!
Well I think I'm going to prove my worth
By chewing the beat up on every song
Truth talking on through all
Hey
Yeah
Can you tell me what you mean by ant eye
For sure
I am ant aye
It's a sight see
Check it
I'm the one you see
Walking down the street
Next to you
Just a night with you only
I just wanna be next to you
Always waking up lonely
Thinking of you
Always talking on cellphones
I don't
sit here 'til that telephone rings
Then we could be together
For a while
Wait'll I tell my guy
Wait'll I tell my other friends
They'll all think
said?) Bored
And readin the papers 'Til FINALLY
A plate of the next door neighbor's
Gulped it down fast
Cause it really did please
I mean it tasted so good
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
can't take this no more
Honey I'm out the door
No, I won't relax
I got my suitcase all packed
What she said next stopped me dead in my trust
Okay
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Follow me, everybody spread around, I want you all to hear this
Join me, sit down, sit down
I wanna tell you guys something, I got story listen
I
to the top, lil baby yeah I'm living proof
I do this shit forever I'm not talking bout the number two, uh
I'm the number one guy
I'm gonna catch you by
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's
tall got me fighting for my life
Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
Think I just seen the boss, he dating to Puerto Rican
All gold jewels
straight celebrities
We drunk and we high in the middle part of Tennessee
The Cops riding by thinking bad guys with hella dreams
But they wanna jump in
don't wanna play this Game of Life
And I don't wanna play without you by my side
And I don't wanna play unless you're holding me tight
The next girl
old coworkers, you all were super cool
You deserve better than to get robbed by those old fools
I hope they pay the next guy more
I hope they pay
away from
From all these rumors
I can't take it no more
My best friend say did you
Hear the one about me
And the girl next door?
Did you hear
You knocked on my door
But I pretend I don't hear it
Tears on my floor
But I pretend I don't fear it
You're not mine anymore
That ship sailed I can't
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes
As an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly
taxi cab to go shopping
Affable guy next door is laughable
My next whore's gonna have mechanical arms
That'll jack me off with a lotion dispenser with
the right guy
My favorite green is gelato
cnd no I'm not talking about ice cream
I Smoke it it put me to sleep
Woke up smoking Blue dream
I smoke before I
I'm the next to blow so you can kiss my ass bitch X-O
All my ex's know I'm the nicest guy until you cross the line
Then the white in my eyes goes pitch
see me what we talking for
Shoutout to the fallen soldiers just protecting me
Niggas on the block was getting killed for standing next to me
If you want
we get litty
Call up my bros they having dem 50s
Only the real and only my guys
Almost everyday back then
I cried
Only kept the real bros by my side
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