Lyrics:
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
on a string, cross you up like Uncle Drew
Steal a piece of Pie, you gon' Die, death by Pew
Said you're better off without me, now look at you
Yeah, I'm vibing
grasp what each other goes through
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up
Why these boys all talk like they like that
Curtis got beat with his friend, he ain't fight back
Everyone know how Drew got it too
Right after that
you remain the same
That boy who drew you up
He's got the purest soul
And I think about him every time
I see my paper rose
It's colored pencil artistry
and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,
I live great
Can tell by the look
That they have on they face
But never mistake
I work for this shit
There's no other way
And ain't no debate
watching
Watching how they talkin' all together, lames be fuckin' interlocking
Locking up the downfall, Drew the MC got no option, stole my style
That's
whip that's all they talking about these days
Passing all the greats from my pocket like I'm Drew Brees aye
Bumping Yur Boy Drizz in summertime that's
the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they
the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they
Boy our story ended before it got started
No worries about an end my confidence doesn't bend
I saw you
I followed you
I make the rules
That you have
no drive-bys
If a nigga play, imma shoot him right in the eye
They hit the boy with the glock that's summerside
Nigga don't play or you could die
You
I'm not anybody's survivor no
I've nourished and thrived on my Own
A handful of roses has hundreds of Thorns
Bloodshed drew dreamscapes Unknown
Self
Scream in the pillow as you curl They said, "you're such a sensitive girl"
Boys feasted on your charms The memories are written all over your arms
Line by
Scream in the pillow as you curl They said, "you're such a sensitive girl"
Boys feasted on your charms The memories are written all over your arms
Line by
The festival was over the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
Drew, how you doing? I'm doing real good
Rappers they be hating, they wish they could
I ain't never switch on my gang, my slime
Rappers they be
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
Bright blue the sky.
Sun up on high—
That was the little boy's picture
He drew for you
Wrote for you, too
Just to make clear what he drew
Alone in a void
Speckled by diamonds and toys
Broken up by lazy astroids
They wave as they pass by the boy
It's cold up here
I can't even feel my own
The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
on top of you
Like an open-faced sandwich
Maybe you are Nancy Drew
Come solve this mystery by playing with my toys
You got me harder than the Hardy Boys
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
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