Lyrics:
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
we get three feet
Criminal mind takes a nation a mill, Time to kill
Run DMC self titled, this nigga my arch rival
Survival, not liable, got up close
for the rest
Stored treasure locked away in a chamber when he rests
Fall of an empire another one rise up
War builds monuments crumbled by infighting
and watch d dollars roll
(Roll) 1, 2, 3, 4
Count it, count it, count it up
(Roll) 1, 2, 3, 4
Count it, count it, count it up
(Roll)
Waste another dollar you
been around
When my feet touch the stage its finna go down
You can count me up but cant count me out now how does that sound
I got a Star complex and it
to space
I hope I make it back by Saturday
I got a big head and a lot to say
Stand up tall on my own two feet
Make money now or be a deadbeat
Prepare for
Hey, homeys!
Who me?
Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler.
Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?
Hey! Don't be turnin' the high side up in
Sunrise
Sunset
In the between you get what you get
Me I'm just tryna get free
Step one - get up
Step two - stop giving a fuck
Step three - rock with
you sleeping
Heywake up, wake up you must be dreaming
Oh you' re only dreaming
Three sixes thousand miles an hour! You must be dreaming wake up
the blanket down around my feet
Get me up by six o'clock cause I don't want Flo catch me sleepin' in here
Boy she can flat raise your nose ha ha just let my
land on me
40s in the pockets you just tell me what you drink
You gon have to drop me if you think it's gon be free
Pull up with the gold star status
3 hoes on my dick they all lapped up
That shit remind of them days I was fucked up
But I just kick em to the curb like a dump truck
Soon as they get
on some weed so my feet can get lifted
Just pulled up to the trap by the O
Told Ol' A put the gun by the door
Matt in the back with a whip on the stove
Got
the stars
Come down to earth
Run over by cars
And stuffed in a hearse
She says I've changed for the worse but I don't know better
Swear I sent you a letter
the stars going to Mars not a reach
Breathe
Sleep when I'm deceased
Till I'm 6 feet deep don’t fuck with my peace
Boxing with the beast
Dropping on our knees
keeps them all at ease
My baby and me
I said 1, 2, 3
We're just getting
By and by
I'm just getting by and by
I'm just getting
By, by, by, by
I'm
em' out they clothes
Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low
My pockets covered in zero's
Bitches run up to me like a hero
My niggas rob like De Niro
around
I thought by now
I'd have it all figured out
With our hoods up
And our hearts out
I was fearless before I got let down
I wonder if I could
fans (football)
They sleep again (they sleep)
We wake 'em up (wake up)
The champs is in (champion)
We walk backends (backends)
Wipe my sins (wipe,
begun
I'm waking up the woke and it's no joke
That I must soak inside the yolk from stars of flames
But it's not over I'm still standing on my feet
and the night
And the stars so close behind
You bet they were
With the same sky
I'd seen by-and-by
Bout a million times
Still I never felt so blind
So bye-bye
winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
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