Lyrics:
in the second hand you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened
it back make me wanna say wow
Now, I'm just so so confused how
Heaven
She got me actin' so crazy think I'm surely in
Heaven
Every single day
Yes I
If this heart of mine is right
By the time this night is over
The stars are gonna shine on two lovers in love
And when the morning comes
It's
Funny how time flies
So as the fake smiles i get from the haters when my fortune multiplies
We living in a world full of dictators
They'll throw you in
in my face I ain't take time to see it (North Side, South side stand up)
Now it's time, now it's time
It's our time tell them niggas we gon come
lash when I that the Mac gas flash on every track
Verbal vomit spit toxic to my street goblins
Who want problems I'll solve it with my block monsters
a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
see when you're at your lowest, every days the same: ground hog
I used to be the shyest kid in kid in school
Abiding by the rules
And admiring the cool
the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue
It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught the chill
And he
She's trying to find a loop hole
Don't know what to do
When shorty's heart is too cold
Still I keep it true
Wise men play the fool
Been enlightened by
out with Toke and walking on
The stairway to Heaven I swear that we on
Yeah dog I’m in it for the long run
It’s Al Queda spitting bombs
Uh, I'm making
indication
If this heart of mine is right
By the time this night is over
The stars are gonna shine on two lovers in love
And when the morning comes
Its
this the wrong time
I wanna stop but these niggaz is harder now
I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's
For all the niggaz in the game that
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door
Like death was knockin'
a glass full listening to Mac
Breathing in some things I really shouldn't have
The drink is a vice, a crutch I lean on too much
When I want to forget who I
Stay the same till I'm in heaven
A true playa big mac'n feel immaculate
I done been broke before i wasn't having it
A jungle baby I was raised by them
to money makin'
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nigga with that glock ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's 'bout time
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
for long time
I've been grinding hard for long time
No weapons formed against me shall prosper
I cast' em out by fire
In the name of my Lord
when I kick em
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in
are thoughtless
Spend more time I'm on the top list
Ain't gotta comply
I'll stop it with the jokes when you niggas know Ly
Up until then you can find me
assembly line, make sure the care is properly taken
Cause Imma' star in the making, Imma' star when I make it, fuck it, a God in making
Cause heaven's higher
hands, knows when's it gon' fly
Grrah, grrah, grrah, in that bushes like a spy (bah)
Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly (nah)
Talking
as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet
These niggas got some pussy in 'em
See I got them pissin in they denim
Man you fuckin' with
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