Lyrics:
when I'll die, wonder what's the prize
Still ain't know the price, of a god danm life
Still waiting my rise, just by smoking gas
Yesterday night in
coming back
See your heart has a rhythm
Well see you got your secret on
You say hey and nothing to hide
You and secret life
Don't look at the moon
Need you by my side
Our life
I see it in your eyes
Do you believe the words I speak
when I say you are my ride or die
Telling me to go but I ain't
jaded by the Grammy's on the mantelpiece
Just switch your camera lenses, you would see the agony
Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I'm not feelin' alright
No foundation
Not motivated
Needa be sedated
Xanny making
Sensations
Still the same life
Jus more complications
Tempted by the razer
I wanna pull it
hope you know that I want you too
I want to rock by your side
From the start of my life
It’ll be alright
Let’s switch it up, go back on em’
Let me lay
the city 'fore the sun rise
Cos I know the hustlers up and ready by the blind spots
It's safe to say I know the city too well
Gotta see the homies and we
the bag. I need the cash
All of this money is mine
I turned the water to wine, I parted the sea many times
Now you wanna drip by my side
Can't swim b*tch
You
Feeling like Dipset in tha basement
Whoa! Hey! Get the fuck out the way!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Boy you looking crazy, fix yo’ face!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I've been asking my whole life if I can come home
If I can come home
Well the ladies come around now been numbing my brain
And that church in
basement? let's face it!
You see me up here doing my thing and you hate it
I got me a great job, I'm livin my best life
I'm one and done you getting divorced
Surrounded by roaches and rats, under my couches and under my matts like-
I can't wait to stomp the fuck out all of you
Put spikes into all of my
from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's
Feel like my life's running inna minute
If you gonna run up nigga you'll get finished
And they got my brothers stuck up in da system
I'm praying
Have you ever been blessed before
Yes I've been blessed with this life
Fuck it and buy what you like
Spent a life time in the night
Have you ever
a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery
Operation capture flag by any means
If this means anything at all, anyway it's a riddle
Walk into the store with
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass
more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
After the song was over
Nearly every person there
Went to the cathedral's basement
And started setting up tables and chairs
For that night
why ever since you left me here to finish
By the end of my life I hope that I'm not the one who did it
Praying to a God I don't believe in for the same
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