Lyrics:
but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you, bitch I'm fuckin' for real
I'll make you suffer like I
to a figure
This shit will be filler
The lyrical killer
You better consider the consequences
Don't proceed on this mission or prepare to be changed by
either or rock-a-bye baby
The guns that I got explode like M-80's
And ain't nan nigga in this
Rap shit can phase me
From QB to Beasley I rep Queens
That is my greatest fear
That if, if I lost control
Or did not have control
Things would just, you know
I would be fatal
I'm writing this
a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
appears to be a random drive-by shooting
"Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be"
"On and off again relationship with"
"This just in, a tour bus involving
I can't believe that it's real,
The way that you make me feel.
A burning deep down inside,
A love that I cannot hide.
Our love is you and me
And every year that's gone by
Another baby's come
There's a gonna be some changes made
Right here on nursery hill
You've set this chicken your last time
myself mythical, tried to be real
Saw the future in the face of a
Daffodil, daffodil
Daffodil, daffodil
You practice resurrection every night
they know who we are
We going all the way baby
We going win this war
Nothing you can say, nothing you can do
We be balling you, we be balling you
No one
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
flirt
I know how you feel
You think her love is real
You think this time she'll be sincere
But she thinks you've got a paper heart
When she starts
this earth
I'm disconnected by your smile
Disconnect a million miles
And what you promised me I
Hope will set you free I'm
Disconnected by your
the same until I change 'em
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin'
flirt
I know how you feel
You think her love is real
You think this time she'll be sincere
But she thinks you've got a paper heart
When she starts
reason)
You don't say you're sorry
Call this real love
Activates this mission to be
On the same time line
Call this free love
Get a ticket
that bad or was I good enough?
I'm under pressure, I can't run plays like this
My mama always said that there'll be days like this
I'm all alone by
into a giant recording machine so you that you can take my thoughts to
your leader?
Uh... Come again?
What is your real name? Where do you hail from?
And the music on
I'm working hard for my dream life
To be my real life
And that can't be wrong
All I have is this life
So I'm making it what I want
All I want is
Never need no help yeah I did it myself guard the recipe tight only I can make it right
Cookin' up like Walter White, Whoa
Cookin' up like Walter White,
I tell you I can visualize it all
This couldn't be a dream, far too real it all seems
But it was just my imagination, once again
Runnin' away
the roll
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style
Word up, we be hazardous
We have to stick you
Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
Let me
The feeling that we feel
Tell me that it's real
Don't let love come
Just to pass us by
Try, is all we have to do
It's up to me and you
To make this special love
Now, we can do this like intelligent folk
But fuck around, I be that second ward ignorant hoe
Hard headed, with the soft behind, niggas real hittin' it
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