Lyrics:
He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
My mom and I we live alone
A grand appartment is our home
In fareholm towers
I have to keep me company
Two cats a dog a paraket
Some plants
My mom and I we live alone
A grand appartment is our home
In fareholm towers
I have to keep me company
Two cats a dog a paraket
Some plants
to kill the doubt
My Success got em all in they feelings now
Stack it up... Run it up... Its on me...
Ante Up... Put in work... live and learn
Celebrate...
live after dark
Ask the Psychic Friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends
Kings of many men, ancient wisdom, sizzles in
Got a whole crew
look way down inside
Gotta find out Lord, why I'm alive
We'll pray for a day when all men are free
And people can live like they're meant to be
look way down inside
Gotta find out Lord, why I'm alive
We'll pray for a day when all men are free
And people can live like they're meant to be
bar of deoderant soap
In this land of men mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws
Live life like Christ, makin bread from mics and applause
Of the slaves that they treated like dirt
After all that hard work
(kid capri)
Clap your hands to the beat, c'mon, just clap your hands to the beat
Freak it now
the deeps
Or reach out and bring them up to their feet
So they can finally meet their own destiny
It's about time to change our lives
By getting these
Riches no one can exceed
And why are some men born
With a fate of poverty
One firm bed
For a swollen back
Year by year
The bodies wracked
self
I'm him
Understanding cultivation of myself
Taught me how to have a greater inner state (achoo)
Men greeting men, how to show respect
Eye
some people telling me how I ought to live my life
Don't worry Tchotchke
I can See you're stressing out
Just be kind to everybody
And it will all work
it grow but the flowers ain't blossoming
Damn all that hard work?
When time pass me by , I ain't talking about that clock work
Resilience in my heart
And they say men don't cry
Cus I done seen a million tears
Coming down my eyes
Is it my faith?
Or is it just the price of being great?
I done sat down all
Yea
Heet Tape, Jukebox, Park Orange, Paperwork
'In My Head, Mic Swordz, cop that, back to work
Ow
You looking at me now, the supervisor style
Ethic
You will never end me
I'm the man that taught you how to live relentlessly
And eventually
I know I'll make it to the top
But until that days comes man
I'm all about that positivity, I ain't need ya negativity. Tryna work as my own man, I guess I need a team. So, I created numbers by the threes. I'm
my grams they come in flowers get delivered to my top
And it won't be hammers on the seat by summer I go pop
It's time to live it up
Only been a year
don't
That's how it is for me 'cause
I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's
And the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin' work in overseas
somebody who "works hard"
Can allegedly just magically
Win and escape tragedy
Affluent men laughably
Shaping the reality facing the plurality
Nation is so
another song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so twisted
One life to live
he feel he got nothing to live for
In a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
13-year-old
like Sriracha - yeah
We had no papas
OGs raised us, they trained us to get the gwop up - yeah
We seen them choppers
We seen that work in that pot,
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