Lyrics:
to the extreme
One by one, we're making it fun
We are the cartoon heroes, oh,
We are the ones who're gonna last forever
We came out of a crazy mind, oh,
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
[D]riders,
Three con[Bm]ductors, and t[A]wenty five sacks of [D]mail.
We're all [Bm]out on the southbound odyssey,
As the [F#m]train pulls out
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a ho
I
me something I can't put down
A heaping helping of the best around
It's so money and so out of bounds
Take me down
To flavortown
Wooh!
F
L
A
V
O
R
Town
from a wine, cheers
Swear I'm pocket checkin' y'all for five years
And then we 'bout to kick this shit in high gear
Eight karats like vegetarians,
"We were sitting out on the step you know"
(One, two)
Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through
A power, because my temper's at the border
Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water
MC, H-E-A-V-Y D
O-V-E-R-W-E-I-G-H-T Lover in
gonna do
Bad news, misused
Got too much to lose
Gimme some truth
Now whose side are we on
Whatever you say, turn on the boob tube
I'm in the mood
the f*** away from n****z you got no business,
we don't give a f*** about nothin', we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure s***, uncut.
[Chorus: x2]
Last night by my window so lonely,
As I mentioned your name in my prayers,
It seemed I could hear your voice calling
From far out on that ocean
I ain't no dolphin, f*** rhyming, I'm cripping
N****s rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't
and me.
We are high above the family tree,
Hidden in the deep blue sea.
Industry on parade, punch a clock nine to five.
The beginning is beginning
man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with
It's five o'clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise
There's frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading
E
Angel that you are
G#m
You still remember summer walks
F#m B E
And quiet talks we had
where the salt junk smells strong
And H is the halyards we hoist with a song
(Chorus)
I's for the eyebolts, good for the feet
J's for the jibs that stand
Bite the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to test me? (Huh, huh, huh)
I
niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure
Worth by your figures, ugh!
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
stick together and unify
Fuck all the bullshit, get back to love, that Black love
You know what I'm sayin'?
We are the original man, the Black man is
again
The super dooper trooper, maneuver of smooth wrapped it
Boo had it, the true jacket, blue patches
Lie those V-Bombers, now I got three commas
By
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
never seen blood
You had sold me an ocean
And I was lost in the flood
We were counting on a leader
We were driven by need
But couldn't take
Our lives are hanging in the balance
Or they're dangling by a thread
A spark of life brought down from an Angel
To raise the stranger from
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