Lyrics:
I come from a place
Run by a man named Mr. Page
Took everything and he wanted more
Gun and a knife and he used them both
Smack ya in the head
dreams up from off the ground
And be not so easily swayed
By the troubles and the turmoils of the day
That seem to float through the air
Instead let's ask
on a television screen
On a film that is my life, and
I wonder why I no longer dream
In vivid Technicolor
You see
My life used to be in Ultra HD
But now it's all
Right where his 'foot' was supposed to be.
Now, billy the mountain, he couldn't believe it!
All those postcards he'd posed for, for over these years,
had someone be part of my life
Never been all by myself all of my life
I kinda relied on too many people for too many things dawg
A nigga be dealin'
Him?
Will He hit me with Matthew 7?
Let's be clear
(clear) , we justified by our faith
Maybe Mr calvin had sanctification
Out of place i don't know
I
can call me Mr Make something out of nothing
Whip my ride right down i35
Lil mama right by my side
The glocky is right by my side
And my brothers ready
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
call it Fahrenheit
You labeled me the Joker cause I used
To be the class clown until
I took over the world so who
Gets the last laugh now?
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I-Be-On-That-Block
12-07 fuck a opp
They hear my name, they see my squad
Rollin' dope up on the spot
I'm with your bitch,
can call me Mr Flintstone
I used to pray to the stove
Pray that we eight by the clock
Time will just say what you want Niggas will slay with the saw
all about the cash
Now i live by my words
Used to be so broke now i do what i want
My nickname mr bandz
Check all my checks on the bank
I aint a normal
And roughed up by a cop tryin' to get hooked up
I got a meal and I just sealed two more deals
And now I'm runnin' from the cops? This ain't real!
You see,
niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if
I know you're used to getting what you want
Flash a smile and they all lineup
Like you're Mr. right
And their yours for the night
I bet it feels kind
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
I'm just a middle-aged middle-eastern camel herdin' man
I've got a little two bedroom cave here in north Afghanistan
Things used to be real nice
forty in that magazine
"Dom Kennedy" you need that
She said nobody come close, I agreed back
I'm the nigga who used to help her pull that weave back
that pass me by are evil
And all the boys that step outside are see through
I just can't touch or see their love and I used to hate it but now I think I
curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30, you heard me?
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
future
On Everything
Never again
Contemplating
My own worth
By someone I'll always know
As a loser
By people I'll know as a loser
Gang
30
Aye, look,
Mwah!
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