Lyrics:
Crisped jeans and whips to match
Hardcore system up on blast
Cock, dip and stash live now and forget the past
In the streets try to hustle while eating
see whats on the other side
the grass is greener when you live by the shore
memories stored inside the memory foam
went on tour realized theres no
everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris might ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile
I can not breathe"
Three policemen hold him down
In a land that's known as freedom
Too many black lives being stilled
Murder by knee in the first
"Mom, I understand."
I see you in Italy, Paris, France
Painting for passers by, dancing your dance
Am I just imagining in my mind and heart
Would you
lives drift by from the safety of our dreams
Some say they flew to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower
Others said to Lyon to settle by the Rhone
But I took
Interesting stories I’ve got in mind,
By the time you hear this,
Digbeth kids will be art, garms, music all combined
And I’m sharing with the tribe
Brumtown
The same questions on my mood, just a side of me
Lost in Paris inside a time and dimension
Surrounded by intentions of villains sheddin' their blessings.
is thankful for his daughter
While we all in the backseat of my Impala
Hut one, hut two, hike, hike, hike
They don't know about the scratches on my
Don't know my struggle, don't know my pain.
Don't live in my brain, don't know my thoughts,
Don't know my fears, don't really know my name.
You just
, What, What you're livin here
To live the life that gangstas do
(My buddy, my buddy [repeats])
[Kurupt]
Check it out
No bitch ass niggas, no funny
a beat, then they better keep it hittin
Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin
[Hook]
This for my niggas and bitches makin moves
By day
borders
Paris Tokyo then we headed to New Orleans
If it ain't foreign then it's boring
I discovered that before over seas touring
I live in a world with no
their lives
In time you’ll see
The lyrical rhyme scheme
By me and mc oni
Fuck the fake friends
Fuck the fonies
Fuck around
Othk
Gonna have to get up on ya
hustling till you
make ends meet
There comes a time as a man in life if respect isnt given the you gotta live by the knife
And I got too much shit its piling
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
I'm a Conquer Da World
[So what ya sayin son?] I'm a Conquer Da World
[Rampage]
Check it out
I'm sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wall
telekenetically gifted,
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"
"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
How many niggas in my career I've ran
high or barely getting by
I wanna live a better life that be televised
I'm tired of living so deprived so I sever ties
I wanna get a chance to shine in
or you disagree
It's a big ting, it's a big ting
In the world we live in but
All I know is not matter what, I know seh I'm a man
You know I mean?
throw 'em off, I'm two scoops from coo coo
I swoosh through your fruit loops, poo poo in your Fubu
Y'all niggas remember what happened to that mosquito
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
anywhere
Mm wake up in Paris maybe fly to Greece
I don't care as long as we're somewhere right by the sea
Can you take me there
I said anywhere
She said
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