Lyrics:
ballers or the amateurs
I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
Good morning, Matt Lauer, can I live?
Look at my new digs
The rooftop
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Their phantoms follow us
Spirits sails, they drive us on
Through the all consuming waves
Cold mortality, no weapon
Against these ever raging seas
Their phantoms follow us
Spirits sails, they drive us on
Through the all consuming waves
Cold mortality, no weapon
Against these ever raging seas
With so much violence, hate and no control
Nuclear weapon
Threat of everyday
This fucking psychopath
Should be put to death
On every corner
You can sense
keep doing it proper
No weapon formed shall prosper
Cuz I got faith in my poppa
My guru, my savior, my doctor
Shouts to the father for blessing me
Know
ain't got no traction you can find me in action
I live life by the law of attraction
You live life by the law of subtraction
You are so negative
Your
on the weapon
What you surprised by the message
Aye whats your story
And are you dying to tell it
My mind moving about a mile a second
I know you know you tired
amazed at your grace
No weapon
Fashioned shall prosper yeah
And because you live
I can face tomorrow
And because you live
No more sin and sorrows
Choice of weapon - should I peel or peel out?
My choice of routes may decide my whereabouts
[Chorus x 2]
[Stikken Moov 2]
I pack no weapons then
And about this world we live in
Everything's the same
From the 212 to the 407
You already know the vibe
I grew up on the west side of Harlem
Neno was what
it up, Bring it down
Live it up, I can't get enough
Bring it down, Bring it up
Live it up, cause my time ain't done
No it ain't done!
8 Lives up!
Yes,
to escape to, no place to run
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive
He's criticized and condemned for being alive
ain't no way I'm splittin'
Nigga you a dick, no Chaney
You Livin' by a snakes code that mainey
And if I'm sayin' sum' then the shit real
I never cared
get no message (She like my music)
But shorty told me that she really love it when I get poetic (Don't confuse it)
I live and die behind these words
Spent most of my life
Trying to get the strength to put out my light
Suicidal minded no it's not right
Blinded by strife my fire ignites
They put me
Talking Static with No Weapons
Niggas Knowing you Pretending
How you Doing all That Talking
Niggas So Gangsta On the Book
Get In The Booth Record A Song
what that weapon does
Before they get the best of us
Lets find out what that weapon does
Before the get the best of us
I'm inspired by the climb
We live in toxic ways
It's the same thing every day and night
Is just another fight
Refuse to make things right
And it's just out of spite
(You!) Got
rains, it drops
You do bark
You get chopped
So fuck them rules
I make my own
Got a plan
Live by my own
Alone at home
Trynna find escape
Can't really
matter of
cin't no matter
Things to live, things to die for
I'm ready for the battle, give me some more
Things to live, things to die for
cin't no
of
Ain't no matter
Things to live, things to die for
I'm ready for the battle, give me some more
Things to live, things to die for
Ain't no matter how much
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
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