Lyrics:
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
Do you still know my name?
We ran
Never look back
I stand
By you
Never loose track
So blue
I lost you by the tracks
Train came
Only friend I had
foller?
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
In the middle of the track, up spoke
cap
Like hoes on the track when they don't adapt
'Til they get the raw back, no more rap
Keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you feel it
the doors
You want to try to match my whits with yours
Three hits, I hit you, you hit the floor
This track is the third hit, that's for sure
Beat thick
I tried to disappear
But your the only reason I'm floating here
Eyes painted crystal clear
I can see our future through the atmosphere
Don't you go,
loose ends
The only thing I'd change
Is how i flip off your friends
These fake ass fuckers
Only deserve my bird friend
When we lost track of time
Did you
you go for coffee leave town by the underpass
leave whatever happened last night cigarette in a champagne glass
the road used to go someplace you
how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul
hammer be the death of me, Lord, Lord
Said hammer be the death of me
When John Henry's fam'ly needed money,
Said he didn't have but a dime
If you
wanna end up in the cemetery
Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you
Any other hen, I got gats that will peel you
Whatcha gon' say, rrr,
science, I'm around lions and giants
You there, Ryan's here
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the highest tier
One diss track could tear your whole
Mail,
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its
Ã'"Face 2 Face+2 bonus trackÃ'" japanese-only bonus track)
Performed and produced by Babyface
Verse 1
I will leave the light on for ya'
With a plate
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
stay true
That shit will hurt you like a K do
Being crossed by your homie, wow, he ain't the same dude
I'm bent off good wine, like Bokeem Woodbine
smile and he says ten cents
Now I said boss how come to you to charge me a dollar for the rose
And you charged the young lady only ten cents
Then he
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
Still keep me on this track
Still keep me on this track
Don't take me off (I got you, Chuck)
Say the test is being at your best
The curse is living
don't get reception in this tunnel
Vision, visit only for a minute
I'm gettin' off track but the world's still spinnin'
You can see the smoke in
of the moment more clutch
So what I do with Rich-Entertainment? Power moves
Created Multimedia Art this is Tru (it’s true)
Apparel wearing monkey dude (dude) I
Come on now I'm waiting
No one is walking by my side
I believe that if I get off track
You've got something that can bring me back
I go to you
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