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to Nas, Biggie, or Pac
Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch
Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop
This is where all that silly shit stops
Compare me
sound like no sample
You can't handle this Messiah
My shit is classical we get bug' like Umfufu, "You treat me like animal!"
Just 'cause you got money,
about is money
'Cause in this world you need that to live
This world is all about the money
For it tell me what would you give?
Will you sell your
by a pretty hoe
There's only one girl residing in my brain no vacancy
But I think that she's hating me
Much rather she be dating me just wait and see
Sometimes you wanna throw it away
But lately I've been talking to God
He told me heaven is a way better place
So I'm taking everything that I've got
Fancy cars and roads
Working your ass off just to make it uphill
Shine on shine on
By any means do I really mean by any means
All the money I want gon
didn't want anyway
A lot of you know what I mean
That was back in the days when he said, go pick me a switch, boy, but I'm going to wear you and your
my eyes
What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
And I was thinkin' to myself, "This is just my luck"
Then my nigga bust in like "What
Portuguese is I'm some clever guy.
But if "parley vous" means "how are you"
then won't you tell me why
When it's night-time in Italy it's Wednesday over
(This all for you)
Jesus died at thirty-three
Add you and Nipsey Hussle, now it's obvious to me
Y'all all legendary
I mean I knew this life was temporary
any means
I'd make her life a fucking movie capture every single scene
Let me take her different places live her every single dream
This shit like
the longest
I'm pullin' up to the show by myself in this shit regardless
Being honest, my only belief is any means
And everything is flowin' when I'm inside
make it out this trap shit aye
Hey I know you think this thing between us
Is gonna work out but it's not so
Can you just get over it
You're living in
This a smoke screen they can't recoup me or coupe coup me they can't recruit me
So the plan is plan b man stop the plan b yea hmm
You know what the plan
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
witnessing
So ya better start listening
To the artist from the 605
Dear lord please god
Is this what you have in mind for me?
Is this the plan that you
is off i-
You took her out on a date
But she paid the bill so she bossin' it
How you gon' come back to me and try to boast in it
That doesn't match
stepped out, said goodbye to me
Soon as shit hit the fan they were gone, this is straight out my diary
Even some Christians turned their back soon as that
it, rip apart and patch the pieces
Smile like we mean it 'cause we dont want to lose it
Papa is stressing me, mama is stressing me
What up with school
I'm tired of this shit, man
I'm trying to do some other shit
What the fuck? I mean, these motherfuckers are trying to make it their business to lock
nothing, burn like a fire
Ball, so I crawl, so I crawl
What did we mean, no playback of the scene
Deleting photos of me, never said that I agreed
Is this
di da di still
What if god aint prolly real
Root of all my fucking problems
Right inside this dollar bill
One day we gon wire mills
Ain't gon be no
nice
Everybody wanna know what Heaven's like
I don't know 'cause it's such, you know
It's just a spirit lead thing
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