Lyrics:
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
the bottle down and then turned to search for the doorway that would
By memory, lead her toward the phone next to her chair in the living room
A straight
it for the kid with the dream
Rappin' in the mirror in his room as a teen
Hopin' that he'd be seen by the world, and he would be (would be)
Yeah,
just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They be calling in the morning, they be hanging on the phone
They
just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They be calling in the morning, they be hanging on the phone
They
any kind of weather
ready to ride, she'd be down for whatever
God forbid, somethin happen to u
with out chu by my side
i wouldnt know what to do
good
were out I left him for 5 minutes and he got in a fight and when we met up again the police came in a van and took him away and it was the quickest
fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
he, not for she
Not for anybody in the whole world who's ever felt pain in their heart like a dart shot out of the dark
Straight into your heart, I know
Through with these changes
I’m tired of moving on I’m tired of these
I’m tired of waiting on you I’m running out of
I got some bitches that is hoping
quiet, fall asleep tired
Tonight, if I fall
Bury me in the soil with the rest of my boys
We don't get a void
So we smoke the loud to quiet the noise
call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've
So let me take y'all back
Lessons taught through rap
My nigga Jack for confidential purposes of the story
Born in the motherland with bigger dreams
grown man shit
It's like the world
Trying to do us in
Fall down and get kicked again
Learn to crawl
And learn to walk again
So it'll never end
We on some
man
Here I am
But I know her from work she pass by like he ain't that fly you got
One more chance
To fall down the rabbit hole
Let me take you
And can tell that you are tired
Nothing but hype beats in your ears (but your tired)
Lay down for a second give your dreams a rest (cause your tired
Yeah, Hit-Boy
CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2
5 AM in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps
Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back
on them, me, boy
Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this
Then they wonder why, so them count the penny
Party by must skill and pop
win
Man I'm Out here doing my dirt lord forgive me for my sins
My heart cold I seen to much just by the shit that I was in
I been solo since
to brag
Truth I'm broken in fact
I gotta hard drive packed full of sad boy raps
Too bad you've never heard em'
Pretty sure you never will
Cause success
gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?
Shed some light on Day?
'Til he's cropped out
No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you
The sequel,
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