Lyrics:
I stay snappin
Lot of niggas be Cappin
All my niggas stay strapped in
I got my head in the clouds
I'm off this gas I get loud
I'm off this gas I get
the door in your face
And you land head back on the floorboards
It all feels like a chore, it all feels like some war
All of that stress took a toll on our
Plus my homeys
Sadness and Pain
I'll be glad when the rain
Wash the pain to side
And the pain subsides
In the crevices if my mind
Led by the blind
head on a plate
Never fooled with these niggas why I would I start today
This the Art Of War Nigga what more can I say
Cuz The losers get Tied Up
I used to think in bitter
Now I'm thinkin' in gold
I love my Hawaiian baby rose
Won't you come on with me to the cold
Every second the tired girl
She didn't want me then but now I'm feeling on her melons
Cuz she know a nigga getting money by the second
Now I'm on a path to go way up
And I'm gon
Let's break it down
Like walking around it for seven times in a day
But now we know
Like knowledge hit a free throw
Fuentes flew the jets
I roll
by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that
wide, I'm in it know he win Lord!
Trial Trubulations on my mind
Thru everything Give thanks
War for the soul everyday there's a crime
Thru everything
around his neck
Old Reilly's daughter got a message
That her father was goin' to hang
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her
The dominant will resource and calmly script crews and world wars
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere
The dominant will resource and calmly script crews and world wars
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
I'll be here until the morning time
Holding my head in my hands as I watch my whole life pass me by
Wondering if there is enough left for a second try
tried
To jump me but the punk became a victim of a walk by
Fuckin' with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Nigga
Look
I been around the world the seven seas
Seen masterpieces that'll leave you looking deep
Catch me that's a hell of a goal
You see I move in
forgot to pull the curtains so no one can look in
And just when I'm about to utter you some words
Someone steps in
Embarrassed by the moment
I jump
Whispers of you and her
Trying my best not to get hurt
You're lying through your teeth, nah nah
Not silent when you sleep, nah nah
Lay my head
10 toes down I'm on my feet
7 thou a show, 7 shows in the week
I ain't stupid rich but I'm hella comfy
Getting money
100 thousand in the Louis duffy
my dirt
Never for a second
Did He think of second guessing
His election
The proof is in the way
He came and paid for indiscretions
I committed
a young boy with a dream
Ah
Send a letter to Letterman
Like Peter Pan
Feet stuck in Neverland
In the forest with Jane
We left a stain
So I took a plane
his father's hands!
We'll cry out for (those who are) raped by hands in cowardly disgust.
Hey! Hey! We are at war!
Execute, persecute, consider
Got a fever in my head and it's burning me alive
I can't keep this up like the animal inside
Got a fever in my head and it's burning me alive
I
nigga
When I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga
I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin' target
Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they
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