Lyrics:
Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any TEC, smashin' any chest
Passin' any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sow
The streets are grimy
I don't trust nobody
It's evil in their eyes when the touch that money
You can see the envy and the hate that's filled by greed
First they
will die before they born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs
(But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
My day job is your dream job
Then I hit the stu' where my dreams are
Two careers and I kill 'em both
None of my peers are coming close
None of my
see the wins
You know that nigga's stuck to me like needles and pins
I sprinkle my orange essence, they influenced by the power of my iridescence
I flow
trying to cop it like constables
I got more than seven continents
Copying my content though
And you're content in your mama's home
Soon I been out by my
the better hand
I've bought your ticket for Dubai
And I bet you wonder why
It's a first class flight
You ain't staying for the night
You're my twinkle little
Aaliyah?"
I said "love"
She said "What about the tape?"
I said "hush"
I said my lawyer said "don't say noth'"
But I can tell you I've been set up (up)
I
above
Girl you got me always thinking
That a perfect girl like you even existed
Woah
I need you always by my side
And take you on a joyride
Yeah, yeah
to this song, you're taking the shit too serious, It's hip hop man, its fucking fun.
I love eatin cereal when I'm watchin my cartoons,
I love Fruity
know by now
White purple or brown
They tryna make us fight again
Like an old town flick
We must enlighten them
LSD right from my fingertips
Rolling up
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
and straight
Edges and reaching so hard for
Some soul nicki destroyed them
This is what she does she takes a pretty good
Song, wait's until you are
Popping
And take my spot
Spending cold nights in the streets
Made me hot
They trying to kill us one by one
Man I hate the cops
Fuck what they did to Mike Brown
You
see they all must stare
Because I got brown eyes and a wavy hair
I'm not so tall, but I'm not so short
And you young ladies are my favorite sport
So
like you're down like Bri
Keep tryin', I'm the real OG
And the same motherfuckers that be talkin' shit
Will be the same motherfuckers that buy my first
Lord)
The first time you looked at me with your brown eyes
I am just so in love with you
The first time I heard your heartbeat mommy shed a tear
Hey Yo, gettin high
New York is high
East Coast you get high
West Coast you get high
now my man named Sex he be high
Charles too he be high
of shit is that?"
Let me get to my limousine
I'm outta here i know, i
Got a plane to catch and
I love you back ha-Ha
Yeah yeah - And I'm outta here
A ha ha
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers
on the show
The Streets is Watching or whatever
I'm lookin', these were superstars in my eyes
And they still are, you know
So, Jay came in and he spit all
devil, I'd rather marry Oprah.
Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black,
And my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don't owe jack.
You bite my style, I can
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