Lyrics:
to the fullest
If they ain't strong enough
I rid 'em 'cause I'm not with that bullshit
I'll take you out in mahogany, Goldenrod City
I wanna put a stop to Team
just gave an anonymous tip
The right guy in the Gotham City
… and then the alley
I'mma figure this out all right?
Batman suddenly glides down behind
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you just to cop out
Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out
Fights break out
Black boys out dying in this world
But pressure make us diamonds
Pressure make us diamonds
That I was already apprehended with three broken ribs
Holding
Black boys out dying in this world
But pressure make us diamonds
Pressure make us diamonds
That I was already apprehended with three broken ribs
Holding
Problems in a leaf
This world
Be so cold
Got my
Heart on froze
And I been praying for peace of mind
Not over night I know it take time
Shit we was broke but
at the age of five
Had a young brother baptised
I was raised in a household when you go hard you do not fold
Everything glitter not gold
But I still had rocks
going up on a Tuesday
Might come down on a Wednesday
Check just cleared on a Thursday
I'ma blow it all by the weekend
I'ma run it up in a month
I'ma
read you your last rights, lingerie all in white
Take it easy when you bite, thankin' you for this invite
Knock you out then goodnight, spread it down
Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough
Down for dinero, hit everything in the Triboro
And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
not Maserati
Modest man, boy I'm lying, you don't want it, you ain't trying
Michael Myers, you was driving, but you caught a broken tire
I pull up, your
Hopped in the whip
Sundown coming
Sundown coming
So are you ready for the real world, baby?
I swear this shit will drive you crazy
Crazy
Nine to five
So many niggas get fucked up in the game
See, that's where they get caught out
There in that word "Game"
'Cause it's not no fuckin' game
When you
down
I'm cryin' out for help, but help ain't nowhere to be found
So what can I do?
Pursue other avenues to get revenues,
Tryin' not to be the next
life
Not a care in the world
Tired of being the villain
Tired and insecure
They stepped my ass out
But I got a choice
criminal in the world
Welcome to Gotham City, it's a star tonight
[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
What the fuck do you mean, that I ain't in shape? Go bag Nelly
I
you)
(It's a world-class menagerie)
Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa
That physique! How can I speak, weak in my knees, yummy boy!
So get
Every time I speak I want the truth to come out, you know what I'm saying
Every time I speak I wanna shiver
And even if I get in trouble, you know
I'm leaving this Earth
Can't believe they left me down in the dirt
Can I rise boy I prolly could
Sorry baby this is Hollywood
No new friends
I'm sorry
hung like Georgie boy in the basement
Drinks stay coming We suckers for entertainment
You wanna be a working girl in this perfect world
You'll either
write I belong
Let me break the fourth wall by acknowledging this song
Ren sits down
Has a stroke of genius
He wants to write a song that was not
, he help us
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out though
It's why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
Warden told the boy he better calm down
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