Lyrics:
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
I'm so down in the dumps
Down in the dumps
Oscar sucker emcee
I look like a clown and a punk
Clown and a punk
She don't want lil ol' me
broke by the holes in ya jeans
This can’t be ya fashion i hope that it’s more in the seams
Shawt please keep it a bean
How you expecting to win
Fighting
I'm simply
Sick in the head, get in the bed, I'm a murderer
Mannibal cannibal, niggas really never heard of her grr
He's a meat doctor
Put her in
stop, no way
This shit go cray, can’t stop, no way
I need you in my bed tonight, I need to let this out today
I need you in my bed tonight, need to let
say he always down to ride
If he hop in that whip then he willing to die, if he up-ing that bitch then I know it's fye
He ready go, he letting it spray
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
cheques
Brands, paid by all your favourites
Do what I want it's blatant can't call in sick cos I'll make it
What
What
Think ur a g I'm like what
Never
The credits roll, the camera pans
And in the mist our hero stands
He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer
An awkward pause, then what's
The credits roll, the camera pans
And in the mist our hero stands
He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer
An awkward pause, then what's
and friend
Then we'd start screamin' again throwin' punches in my wall instead of a pen
I had no control of my emotions then but I'm not gonna pretend it was
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
to your wife bed, satin
top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in
It's a
Woah
Hmmmmmmm
It's a Brand
Brand New (Keep that)
Cola
Take em to church
I go by Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
with the sex, on gang she be flame in the bed
Own lane can't tame with the bread
Bro Dame he got range with the lead
Tryna move past the past but I'm
I use Simon's guitar strings to floss
Brand New Heavies
Play the shit that people used to listen to in '70 Chevies
So we don't have to loop up
the pakks in
Steady workin till I got a legacy that's lastin
And if you try to stop me then this choppa get to blastin
I love the setiva more than the indica
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
money to buy a new guitar
Then I got ripped off by the
Guy who fixed my car i think I've had enough
I think I'm - I'm giving up
Once again life's thrown
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Whale and the phantom dancing, we like Return of the King with the Oscars
Veil 1 dropping in June, then I can fall back, let the whole team prosper
The definition of heaven is written by you
The author is king
The dynasty Qin
It's like unifying china
It starts from within
I start with my pen
cnd finish
that mothafuckin' freeway
All my chances to get an oscar look the same
But if, You could send a grammy then send it over today
Red light, Green light,
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