Lyrics:
But the thing that separates you from me
And that is called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
I didn't even bite, not a go,
but baby I don't really give a fuck
Oh, oh, pardon my french girl I just wanna know what's up
I told her we should kick it
But all I heard was crickets
I be creeping in my ride
I'm a stay a G for life, so you can bet I won't think twice
I do what I got to do to survive in this game
So I'm in
by the way you rep his name?
Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself
Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf so for
that dog
What happened to Cloud 9 and Generation Lost
You were my idol, just when I thought I give up on everything
I heard you play this familiar
You cannot do what You cannot do
Uh uh uh uh what You cannot solve what You cannot solve does not exist
One more time somebody say this is
slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
I been up in the bits
Trapboy can't go broke
They hollering for a fix
Manna' back in effect
Money, power,
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
when I should rip this cat
My man, he don't call me anymore
We don't even kiss
Am I his fool?
What must I do to keep him loving me?
All this love
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
name's Junior, it's not Steven
I'll make your jawside look uneven
Yo this is how we're doing it yeah
That was big, that was big, that was big
That was big
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
'm right here, you heard
I used to be Jaffe Joe, I used to be Killa
I think I'ma go with something different this year
I'ma go with
Hook
J.R. Writer
manufactured.
My fellow Americans, we have to be different than this. We have to be better than this and I believe America is so much better than this. Just look
in that case, in that case, what do you have?"
He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"
I said "OK, I'll take
transition
Wait
I don't want to be near
My dark intuition
I need you here by my side
My beautiful mystery guide
Wait
Life is a meteor
Let your
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
was born fo' (you know what this is)
Hundred bands (yeah)
All I know is more and more (uh-huh) (what's up)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm goin' broke
up in heaven tell God I need his help. I'm surrounded by
these demons and I'm fightin by myself
This Pain is on my.. pain is all my pain is on my
come over
You're not gonna wanna miss this
I wanna tell you something
Might have heard it through the vine
If you get my message
You'll be mine by
to be honest, I’m tired, I’m angry, but I don’t know what to do
So, I’m going to just make this statement
Cause this is my home
This is my home and I
to them earlier
And this is what the state of hip-hop is like
I'm thinkin', "Damn, this cannot be right"
And I agree that everybody's a biter but if you
they honey they kings
Them is the facts you could tell by the rings
(Yeah) enough, enough
(They said they heard enough) Yeah
Double cup (Okay)
Livin' up
Member days I was stuck
Told me that you love me, oh word, that's what's up
Thought you really did, man, this shit is fucked up
Said you'd never leave,
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