Lyrics:
Say it aloud
You'll only know me when I ain't sober
Or maybe once if I'm a little hungover
See you 'round
'Round this town
Get to learn me
My ups
(Eric)
(Let's get 'em some shots)
Crosshairs on the money, think I'm funny? Better be afraid
Babydoll extreme, she switch it up. I call her
him that I was just traumatized
Grew up in South Africa during apartheid
Racial segregation, we suffered from hard times
Family was piss-poor in
or you'll in up dead
Well, I already died, my past life gone to shreds
By that cross, I was saved again
No church gave me salvation, it was a free gift by
stay hard drop heavy every lick been a toast
Every risk it took to take raised the stakes- still made it back to cove and out the cold
West side classics
Wake your punk ass up for the
Two double oh five brother
Young Money, the future
Hot boy in the building
Rock hard, hard rock hard body
Got it in
By the time they show up
Will be the time I glowed up
And by the time they know what’s up
I’ll be on that tour bus
Don’t let the hate get best of us
what's up wit that?
Your producer pumped the track
Told him, "Naw, I can't fuck wit that"
Nice way of sayin "Big, bring a rougher track"
My ball in my ear
couldn't breathe
Imagine I was Eric Garner
See, this was way before
The camera phone sagas
Stopped me in my middle and
I didn't get no after
Imagine Martin
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
to let them scar you up eventually tear you apart
That's what made me
Enjoy the canvas of art
Cause I'm not faking for nobody I can lie it's been hard
the kitchen and
He pulling the bomb
I got Little Eric Loder dressed up like a Elf
And, all they keep saying
Is "go fuck yourself"
So, turn off the lights
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
peaceful lifetime, I do cherish
So, I keep thine 9 by my side for I do not perish
Stack chips take trips broaden your perspective
Move right don't block your
up hungover and thought about changing
Flipped right back afternoon, same day
Dark thoughts drag on the floor like a drape
If I told you leave me lone,
and hicks, hungover greenie eaters
Good ballplayers too, bad swingers and wife cheaters
wearing old beat-up wife-beaters
64 and 64 - memories in the confusion
Dog tired
Yeah, I'm wired
Up-tighter than an a-string
About to break
Tail draggin'
A little ragged
Hangin' by a thread
That's startin' to fray
Just
going hard (yeah, ho)
When she with you she a church girl, when she with me she a porn star (yeah, ho)
Smokin' on doobies like cigarettes, which one
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
but Im still Berthas church boy
Grew up
South Memphis made us all screw ups
Never known whos what
Gotta keep a tool tucked
Eastside frank street where
a baby by trick
No guidance, thinkin' with his dick
Never had the OGs to tell him shit
Now the word around town he takin' hit's
He came up in church like
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