Lyrics:
di enter Na day by day
Who be know say Na so e go Dey
Who be know say ma story go change
Money di enter every day
Ngah them di enter Na day by day
I be
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach
to share a story, this is my story and can't nobody tell it for me
You have well informed me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
You've made that
Mmm mmm, yeah
Oh I like this
I wanna tell this story
A little story about umm
A brother who you would think has everything goin' for himself
But
staying humble
I don't have many options don't wanna start any trouble
I'm tired hearing shit like I can't rap I'm never right
I'm just tryna tell my story
how that story ends
This story ends will tell you how the story ends
You fuckin' with the king of the punchline
I'm fuckin' with your food in
swallowed, Imma' make you vomit
Too ill, too real
This is what the truth feels
Like Mike, 23, by the time I'm 23
Imma' have some accolades that blow my
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
Yo these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen that was boastin, "La Vida Loca" in
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was
the scars still very real
Well
No scars, no stories to tell right?
Cant revel heavens day without a bit of hells night
Wrapped in boxes where memories go
is the stupid waste.
So pick it up and don't put it down,
A newer story in another town
I see you bleed
I know you feel the squeeze
Time heals
And I don't conversate with tellers, less
I'm at the bank He a man down for tryin' to up his rank
This ain't a game, I'ma squeeze into that ratchet clank
nothing
But it's something, such a shame
So caught up in the fantasy
Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
But there is no romance in life
Falling apart and tearing at the seams
Tribulation lends a hand and squeezes all your hopes, your dreams
You say you retreat, you say you just
niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give
off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor)
Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
His mother came here only to see her offspring sore
With flying colors youngest brother of three
Same story as me born and raised in DC, uh
I write my
my mind
Way that i am catching cold
I just wanna squeeze you right
Baby shomomi
I no too like story o
Iwo shama gbondi
Make i spray the money o
Omo
album is no exception.
The CD edition on the esteemed Ottawa label The Beautiful Music is housed in a beautiful gatefold digipak with artwork by Jamie
Falling apart and tearing at the seams
Tribulation lends a hand and squeezes all your hopes, your dreams
You say you retreat, you say you just can't
To come back for me/
Gave my first my last/
This journeys was a long one/
Thats why my first album’s
A comeback story
Artist/ writer
Mek
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