Lyrics:
pree up
I'm still old skool yeah you know how it goes
Do it on my JDs or my jack jones
Special, we rarer than jewels
Applying the pressures no problem
the devil block 'em
Livin' 'til I'm old as fuck, nigga tryna shock 'em
Hundred million dollar crib, gotta live to cop one (oh)
Lord, please protect me from
get this jumping bro
Pray to God don't sell my soul
Run the lights we gotta go
They all talk but still don't know
Mixing diamonds with my gold
Spitting
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
my million-dollar freak, I let the water clean the sand out her sandals
Came a long way from trappin' out a shotgun house in Alabama, passing eagles
made it this far, with God's protection
It's about time, that I start addressing
This one for the gritty, and Jesus lives in my city
But don't judge me,
and listen to the voice of the spirit...
Speaking deep in the corners of my soul...
Solo...i see this...war's brewing and the people relaxing...
What's
And now people in the house, this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
And let me tell you
tryna live by the water
Stay with bitches from the border
If I hit her then I bet she say she miss me
Still plotting on a move for the repeat
Niggas know
shooting dice in the cum slum
Learned how to load the 9mm Canik and change the trajectory of everything
This shit ain't nothing to me, man
I fuck like
somewhere with him because
Lord knows he is not in this house any longer
Momma, don't you remember?
This place was once, so, good
Filled with character
at stake
Only righteous by faith that's why I swallow pride
Old head flow on the mic, yo told them I could write
Drove in just coastin like those cold
turn your block into a motherfucking movie
Rap boy we were kids we were the Lord of the Rings
Rep in the full train smoke in solely green
I know
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
raised by a addict with money in the attic.
Got goons while you at it at
This present time I'm out of my mind and that's a habit,
Still got them
by still don't love myself anytime that I look in the mirror
I'm living in fear, what do i do when my misery is all I have here?
I got a crater that I
of Four
Limbes when it's hot or cold
Says you a king don't mess with hoes
Rest in peace my brother Seiko
I still ain't grieve I just lay low
Devil horns
Allday this is what I'm doing still
Still live with my mum and
My brothers in the house
Old cars still broken down
It's why I'm walking 'round cold
dreaming about waking up in your old bed
You weren't around and your family told me to leave
So angry at me
Even more confused as I walk out of the house
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
Yeah
Sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed
Know what I'm sayin'?
That old real shit
There's a war goin'
Yeah
Sendin' this one out, to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed, without weed
Know what I'm sayin'?
That old real shit
There's a war goin'
dead
And then you'll be all alone
Time just has this way of tearing
Down the dreams we think we live in
Spinning wheels in motor town
So effed up
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap
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