Lyrics:
all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
Woke up quick at like 3: 02
kid
Keep away old man, you won't fool me
You and your history won't rule me
You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed
I'm not affected
(by Bob Marley)
1, 2, 3:
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love.
From the very first time I rest
[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Chorus X3]
Your friends ain't shit
Your sister ain't shit
And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman bitch
[Mr. Bigg in
Came from the dirt now we in the hills
Swear it's all so close could be counting mills
Nice lifestyle show you how I live
This the shit that I been
fell
That's when I woke with a fright
From that terrible dream
And you were there by my side like you've always been
I wondered what it meant and I
Quarter mill on grass and dirt so the pad is spacious
Naji telling me dont drop no music gotta have some patience
And if life a horror film then Im stabbin
sleep, but woke up to someone banging on
My door as soon as i opened it i got gang jumped by a bunch of men
My neighbor got them to dip but if i had my gun
and stuff
We gone have a mission brief right outside by the truck
Look it's really not the time for all that playing and stuff lets bow our heads
Hook
Yet
sure all my seeds have been sewn
and i'm to kick back and drop some new shit
so you kin step by step like a 90's new kid
dj who did this is what all
Yo, turned Judas for the Yeezy 2's
Balmain biker suit with no bike
The Royce got no roof
Feel like I've been sellin'
Dope my whole life cELINE on my
scared no more
Man I never been the one to be alone
All my friends are always hittin' up my phone
Everyday is spent with everybody, never on my own
But
the rats
But we gotta get it how we live, and how we live is selling crack
How we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping whores
How we live is what we
around
At twelve twenty-eight
The train was calmer than before
Didn't have to rush to the door
But I had to hoping I'd see you once more
I enter with
thought pah
Strap a bomb to my chest run in the courtyard
Of you favorite record label and send them to god
But you already been punished that's why your
another one down and truth tell
You 'bout three feet and half way in the ground
Dawg you better than this
Don't let that money make you no fool
By now you
Foreign cars and platinum expenses
Bangin on the door with a list of our offenses
Well you can knock 3 times on the ceiling if you want to
Or put 4 kicks
thank you Hamez, I get to diss him some more?
I'm about to make him madder than he's ever been before
I mean we were the ones that wanted to have war
So
Cook you quicker than The Rock
Yeah welcome to the trap
Fuck yo bitch on the mattress on the floor
Don't look down
That's a 3.5 when you stepping
analogy
I don't think you and I
Should be described astrologically
Don't judge me by my car
And don't treat me any differently
Lets take a trip down memory
one of they finest wines
Then you started snortin lines, your life defines
the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you
from notching up doors
Showing off how we'd grown
To counting down days
Until everyone's home
Catching up on what we've been missing
Oh, it's always in
and I fell
That's when I woke with a fright
From that terrible dream
And you were there by my side like you've always been
I wondered what it meant
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