Lyrics:
prevent it
I got two version of me, but this side Doesn't care bout a thing
Can't you see
I'm not the me
That you thought I would be
Because
I'm in so deep
everywhere 'fore
A nigga stop and I still'll be crawlin'
Fightin' to get up
By the sweat of my brow, I came too far
Dirty niggas wanted 2Pac me in the car
Pick
I wish, wish there were two
Two versions of me, so I could kick it with you
While the other one could head off to do
All of the things that I don't
He is a musician
He do not write
He compose
He can tell you the tempo of his heart
And how it shifts from adagio to allegro
When I see your face
How
work for those who do believe in them
Black magic, it's black magic
Do you believe in black magic?
It's black magic
I believe in
don't bullshit me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
heart
Liar why try dim out my fire
With your burnt pants all up in your
Nah
How many times did I call you and you denied it
Abdul Jabar
Calling multiple
Osama been? I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenet me (fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
Man, I don't
the queen for a magazine
Joe wasn't slow but didn't know how to blow all the dough from the show
Palestine Texas Palestine Texas
Peter in a two
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
(You gotta use what you got
To get what you want)
Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat
Hug your neck like a fat
to the Point to the Flatlands
That man named Ludacris (woo), in the public bathroom
Or in back of the classroom
How ever you want it, lover-lover gon' tap
don't wanna know how business feels
I walk strong carry a big stick
Sell myself all packed and thick
When they sound the drum you know its time to roll
The other half wants to put a pause on this wicked race
Aight, that's it, ha
Yeah
Chomp 2.5
Bodybag, light work
Produced by me, haha
how I live, how else you want a nigga to live?
I'm gon' do, what I do
I'm gon' say, what I say
I'm gon' live how I live, how do you want a nigga
steered you wrong inside a concert hall
My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y'all
Magic, it's black magic, do you believe in magic? It's black
If you want to live inside my head
Want to see what I have said
I will make you tremble
You'll tremble
Its fine with me
If you want to scream
off my dick
I'm connected how y'all know I
Ain't fuckin with Fif?! (G-G-G-G-G)
Hustlers holla at me like, whattup Murd?
I heard you got it but you
authentic
How could it be real?
(Lada, Dada)
I am so in Love with the version I thought you were
Can’t look back now that I see your true colours
really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
a brave soul can start
There is no such thing as fate in the eyes of the mad
Only by aiming for the moon can one fall in the stars
If all you do in your
the most Important thing
How do we mourn the loss of a life We never had
Maybe that's as far as those versions Of us ever have
It was impossible to ever
Did counseling, couldn't force me to stay
Something happens when you say I do, we go astray
Why did we mess it up? We was friends, we had it all
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