Lyrics:
all these devils on earth
I been rich since birth and I ain't even talking bout my currency
God forbid they murder me, ima make sure they heard of me
I
Shorty she tweaking she hitting my phone
I told that he to leave me alone
Roll up some dope to get a lil stoned
Next thing I know it's like 3 in
black and white
Its so much stranger
Like day and night
When things ain't right
Danger
Some days your up
Your ten feet tall
And nothing matters
But there
Driving home for a night
Just stopping by
Got the stones by my side
Don’t let me fall
Raise my soul
Hear my call
Don’t be late
Ten feet tall
Like
A life-size portrait ten feet tall
I feel my skin begin to crawl
Suddenly I see you take a breath
And out of the cameras you come through
Is it you
Must be my
He said, it needs to be at least three feet higher
It won't make it through the night
But the old man down in the Quarter
He said don't you listen
and proceed to make more profits
Goddamn
To the devil I won't die today (No)
Tell a hater to get out the way (Move)
On my momma I didn't go a stray
But they're
Intro:
Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it.
A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat
So stop with the black on black (x
me baby
It's just me baby
If there's just one thing that you should keep
In your book of dreams, it's just me baby
Just like a shadow 10 feet tall
Beam to have grim dreams would be healthy
(Aiyyo I'm trapped in psycho's body, can ya help me?)
[Chorus: x3]
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Hustler shootin' 8-ball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near ten feet tall
Here she comes lord help us all
Ol' T.W. girlfriend done
You so selfish
I don't really care what the say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [3x]
H-you-S-T-L-E-are, Hustla
Up in Detroit, yeah we
view points, or you'll be dead
Devil's babies die early, curly, sharp axe to the head
Comments from a murderer, my thoughts are sinister
Cursed by
always there, my dad
When I was small I felt ten feet tall
When I walked by his side
And ev'ry one would say, "that's his son"
and my heart would
Bullied classmate turned to a primate
Might ape on the hate Might mate your wifey
Make Harlem shake Make shoulders gyrate
At a high rate Shift plates
over his own three feet.
He's doubled up in the outside loo, to taste again the devil's brew.
Friends and neighbours come around,
Waste no time
that (what)
He, you get me, that's Mo3, Bch I'm Badas
Feeling like I'm PAC and yall gon make me BAD
(Why) thuggin' to go and get it
Gotta hustle
I'm Chris Paul
Hangin' off the fuckin' rim
Like I'm John Wall
I be tryna stack my bread, make it stand tall
Bitch, I love to ball, on the cash hunt
Answering all these calls
Notepads, pen and mic are my tools
And I'm only 5 feet tall
But I be making all of you look small
Plus I ain’t even tryna be cool
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
Papa and my Mama and me
The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' Papa something to eat
At half past, Papa, he's ready
the streets, make money while you sleep, the devil
Tried to kill me but the lord kept me alive, now I'm drunk on the blood of Jesus Christ
Got my head in
hashtag ten four
I live for this and I’ll die for it
I wake up blessed every single morning
Im thankful for every single fan
Y’all make me feel like I’m
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