Lyrics:
a moment
So I hold it tight
Corrupted, throughout
My soul, my body, my mind
Buried beneath, grief and conceit
Knee deep in shit creek
Hit control-alt-delete
too many to think that life is a game
I was eight years old I seen a soul leave its frame
Rest in peace to my grandma and unc they flew away
By 21 I
brown
Zone out, turn the lights off
Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, with
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
Serving all these streets, hoes all through my phone
Young, dumb, nobody by me now I'm always focused on my queen
Always smoking with my team You
Remember when I was young
I'd color pages
Wonder what color I was based in
Would I take in
If my soul showed in a painting
I was thinking that I was
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
Yeah, what the deal playboy? Just rest your
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
Yeah
What the deal playboy, just rest your
Ice Man beats no chill though
It's over that way
Come mix it with soda my babe
Ain't gettin' sober no way
It shoulda been me and you
It shoulda been
of your soul and body and mind
Problems to be told and foreseen in time
Gotcha thinking back at the times gone by
Leaves you hopeless with the need to fly
They don't know about this shit man
Niggas don't know about these sacrifices
Niggas don't know about the grind nigga
Niggas don't know bout
Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Breaking off a piece of me, yeah
Then I send it off to Ben and Reed, yeah
Mix it down and make it clean, yeah
Pussy rappers they can take a seat
a vet that's good, ain't gon change shit
Mortal man with big goals visionary in the mix
And I stand on ten toes, even when a nigga sit
Y'all niggas run
Self made is a myth but i am titled so i'm golden
No one gets this far for free, few relations i've broken
By choosing my music i'll pursue it till
they aint got no reason to celebrate
Suppressed by the heavy weight of burdens so weighted they're devastated
For certain their joy negated by pressures
as a man
But I'm touched by His word like Braille for a chance
At a love that occurred when the Savior advanced
The first shall be last and the last shall be
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
the world all by myself
I remind myself to ask the most high
To protect my mind, my body my health (Please)
Man the streets just ain't the same
I stay
Trying to figure out my pain, my thoughts just by talking
Trying to tell me it's a waste of time, but it's important Push to start, speak my mind, mix it
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
member them high nights, on X we find sites
To climb heights, unheard to man we line white
Molly up it had to be non fight
Mix it with weed and wet it's
my souls controlled by the late billy holiday, me and eric
Strung got all the way, rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel
As barm, then I sell you
For greatness isn't spoken, it's what a man shows
Let's go!
My volition is torrential
Hail and reign for the tempest of potential
Third is absurd
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