Lyrics:
Depending on whether or not they think you're willing to
Don't confuse my career, if it's like that then I'm spinning
No one tells me when to spin it
No
you're Jewish it's evident (it's evident? What does that-)
The Blacks and the Mexicans don't have inherent hatred for you (true)
You gotta pick one
you're far away
And it would be different
If you could hear me baby
Now that you're so far away
Yeah
If I'd have known Sunday morning
That you
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
on this song
To a seasoning
With reasoning
They won’t take to long
Salt:
You gotta have relations
With patience
To catch those in the underworld
Im
a smoke up all this reefer until I'm gone if you're an overachiever nonbeliever
You gotta fight 4 the right 2 be wrong so it seems that I might be lost in
the man
Ain't he play a fiddle
Where the truth
See
Now I'm in the middle
(Oh, yeah)
Now I'm in the middle
(Yeah, uh)
In the middle of it
Mi
In the Middle
fucked
You want demise?
Dem' eyes water up
You're not ready for the end
And you don't have to pretend
None of us really are
Prepared for the scars
Never
I'm a free bird
I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time
I gotta fly by myself, Go get high myself this time
If you're cool with nights
I'm a free bird
I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time
I gotta fly by myself, Go get high myself this time
If you're cool with nights
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
problems- a bitch ain't one
So many revolvers so don't play dup
I got so many (pairs mamma you could pull one)?
Its JM if you think I'm broke
You're DUMB
the loophole, talkin about your poophole
You're just gonna have to trust me you can fuck in the shit pussy
That's the loophole, talkin about your poophole
You
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
to get you opened up
And give it you girl, as if I owe you 1
4 plays my department, using everything In the apartment
Losing every single piece of garment
friend, killer Ben in Ft Green
Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel
If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel
See I
to concentrate on you
You can teach me lots of lessons
You can bring me lots of gold
But you just can't live in Texas
If you don't have a lot of soul
Leaving
back to basics never ah loss boy I just replace it
You know who you are but I'm gonna keep it nameless
Cause if you beef then I'll leave ya tasteless
high if your poor and righteous
aint no time seems right
the problems seem endless
but in times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
and if you
fucking dudes back
Saying you're gonna leave him for me and that's a fact
But days go by and it doesn't seem to be true
Just keeping me close by cuz you
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
sometimes you're in
This is how it goes, now we're gonna play to win
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
This is how it goes, all we gotta do is begin
been cappin' in your raps
If you ain't with this pattern, then move out of the way
All my niggas get it crackin', yours are out here to play
They get
smiling at, even the randomest strangers
Quit fearing real, build on your future
You're gonna have to face it, Oklahoma let's do it sooner
Growing pains
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