Lyrics:
'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
I'mma stick this whole pad full of
Sticky notes
I'm known to have a hottie open
I keep the shottie smokin
Front and get half the bones
In your body broken
And when it comes to gettin
Nookie I'm not
with us
If you talk it up back it up
Paper start stacking up
Niggas start acting up
Let it be known
X!
You want a war? Die on
Walk the line get it
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
bullet proof
So bullet proof
They know they nothing they be
Trying to criticize all I've done
I see em taking shots one by one
They pull and shoot
I keep
and you see where I be
Show the boy love when you run into me
And I'm making sure by the end of it
Everyone eat that was with me, the realest shit
Niggas
callin' me
Any chopper hit, 'bout eighty ten shot for who followin' me
And these streets is eat or get ate, ain't no niggas swallowin' me (brr)
I turn
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
I'm living the dream
That's what everybody's saying to me
I guess it must be true if I'm the only person that can't see
It's a 'confidence in
compulsions
Hold emotions in until I get them out in what I've wrote and
Be the local that turned into hope inspired by devotion
And I wanted to quit my job for
chain gonna hold me down
I'm coming for the top, hand me my crown
That throne? My spot, try me? No shot
You gonna get popped, I'm the best all around
Fuck
check be
Rah, I echo, I echo, I echo
The sounds of the ghetto
Future of the retro
Prolly in the metro just so I can get dough
The name is Common but
known to be hype though
When I die, I'm goin' out shootin' a cop and goin' out like a psycho
In this crime wave
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it
at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it comes to mixtapes I'm known as the Messiah
I influence these other rappers to get tighter
Go to every label
from a youngin but I live to see it come in
But when it's said and done
Don't wanna live to see us done in
By our own doing or any doing from one end
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
The many dark days
The times I felt betrayed, by the ones that were supposed to love me
It's the only kind of love I've known (truth is)
That's
On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody
The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes
As long
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
huh)
She hustle harder than a nigga (She get get get)
Uh, Dreezy
Look
I be livin' like I need a Lamborghini
I make it happen I would never need
cooling we just out here vibin
We aint really trying to get up on no fucking violence
See back in the day I was known for hitting licks
I wasn't out robbing
family with my pen, it's so real what I write
We fight, fuck, get buckwild
Kill, chill, make love, have child
Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block
Build,
shot now you're the one paying
Where you at like where you staying
In the tall grass I be preying
Uh where did it go behind the counter
With my dogs off
keep by elbow grease
Work smart boy you can run the show
That's the truth he had always known
Because he saw his whole family so work hard
Yet something
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