Lyrics:
Now painted ladies want to hold my gun
Wonder if the whole time if I'd been acting
When I sang "Moon River" in that silent film
Had I really made
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
more will die
By the thousands rounds explode, by the thousands bodies fall
Sickness in his mind, rid the world of scourge
Killing one by one, lead
a swastika
No wonder why my cuz is coughing blood
There's humanity in my hoodie you can't contain rage in privatized cage Built by Walmart
Precincts look for
by all my inhibitions
Constant lack of motivation
Dreams of ballin Pistons
That ain't pan out I had to focus up the vision
Start treating life like
want to hear this music
But this is all, what the future's truth is
So come on, stop your resistance
Stop your rage and be my assistance
Yeah, yeah
These
stars
When we found a gravel road
We hid our scars and we watched
Our dreams explode
A thousand pieces scattered all around
Still hear that sound
I stand
the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have on no lights
Tryna be a star, had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
up in the creature
(Skrrt, skrrt)
All these niggas watchin' from the bleachers
(Watching)
The Patek same color T-shirt (White)
I ain't goin' out sad,
Yeah, I like the way this bitch ride, she let me ease inside
Hundred thousand ice, it's on my neck, I been by my check
Yeah, I like the way this
of your smile
And when I first saw your face
I made up my mind
I think that I could change the world
I would throw it all away to be right by your side
I
all these feelings my heart could explode
So is it not fear, knowing it all
And I say
Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door
Hello, is it me you're looking for
I can see it in
Grab the blunt and hit once
I wonder where I might end up
Im feeling out of touch
Hanging by a thread
But thats a perfect time to pluck
The Strings
Any nigga threatening P, you bugging
I got a thousand soldier, we dumbing
Catch P all by hisself, I got something
Then puncture your flesh my blade,
The Beat Monopoly
Young $tevie Wonder
Get too close you'll get packed out
I got 10 thousand shows and they packed out
I ain't worried bout yo hoe
The Beat Monopoly
Young $tevie Wonder
Get too close you'll get packed out
I got 10 thousand shows and they packed out
I ain't worried bout yo hoe
My oh my, time sure flies
I like what you've done to your hair
I've been fine, yeh these boys are mine
That must be your little girl there
Some
me fly Away
Just let me fly Away
A thousand people look at me
Everyone's not like me
I feel furtherest from glee
I walk by the sea and All I can
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
Ayy, yeah
Let's start with the question for the ages
Coalesced from all generations
Livin' everyday, will I make it?
Got bills then "Nanay can you
here (whats up)
For all my niggas in the south (OK)
Making big dough (know what I'm talking bout)
Making big long dollars
All my niggas in H-Town
have thought that this all started out with a discussion?
Now we real homies, yeah a hundred
Now let collaboration burn into these thick skulls
This
here?
Humiliated, broken and weak
I've waited
For a thousand years
To break these chains apart and
To finally break myself free
I bit the hand,
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