Lyrics:
Stay out the streets, go to school, I thought I told ya
Robby you're my fallen soldier
You was my rock, and I was your boulder
Though we use to fight,
the last days
This book crazy trying to make it to the last page
Bad vibes in the streets, we need mad sage
Feds still trying to put my people all in a cage
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
as love
I'm like how? really?
What the fuck you think of?
Yet I ponder where the souls go
After this life
Back to the guf by chance
Given you lived
the bank, your expression is blank
But while the chance appears you'll be nearer to tears
Sulky girl
He said, "Hello, my pretty flower"
Just trying out
to more green backs than
Feathers to a bird's wing
Creep MC's people's heads are full
Of your worthless garbage a bunch o' bull
My stuff got you started, no
the truth
Stood no chance with you
Play no games I ain't a fool
Last time failing was back in school
Took my heart and ripped it out
No one by my side without
did before, man
This the music business, man. You're only as hot as your last hit
Everybody like, "Yo, can he get another ring?"
100 million
Let me present you with a problem
You, about your way
You and everyone you know gets swallowed by a sinkhole
When you wake up; time has past
You
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
never given a chance, but my pride man
I hope that'll last
It's the only thing that I have, won't you see I'm trying to make a living
But you're holding
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
a chance so I'm takin' it, makin' it last.........
I'm on Easy, Easy Street.........
I'm on Easy, Easy Street.........
So if you're feelin' like you're
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart
Just like this, it lasts forever
You make a song and I make one better
You say I cuss, I say you're
from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet till
diss, I'ma get pissed
And drop a voodoo hex on they ass
Feel my wrath, burn a sucker with the glass
Let the black magic get me by
I make evil rain fall
cologne you smashing it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing
She replied, "Street, you ever ride
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an'
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
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