Lyrics:
the phone and i cried to the team
Im a sinner but sleep by a Bible
Never cared bout a god damn title
Now everybody real but everybody been liars , I know I'm
of a crooked waitin' for the damn check, uh
But let's not forget the, back-biters is the name of this set, uh
All the people, and we know you bite mine
of his feet
And all I gotta do is go and rap up on this beat
Spent hours and hours playing as a monkey
Learn how to wall climb, I go out and climb a tree
that 600 then shit bang
If you on that Steel Horse then shit bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
This is for my niggas that's schemin'
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
outside and freezin'
I got this moment and I'm gonna seize it
But no one sees it, Stevie even
Wonder why I'm even breathin'
Type out a whole song, then
The rhyme is so raw, most these rappers need a seminar
You copy the same schematics, you making the same songs
You thought that you were the only,
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
life on the real
We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream,
through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just
through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just
character (EM!)
Cuz, I am not Stan!
I don't run like Kelly.
I don't rap for the title.
Nor for the money.
I can be. Just as Shady.
More explosive than. TNT.
Uh, for 3 months and 4 weeks and 6 days
No time for sleep, ain't no callin' in a sick day
Building the gallery as only we can
Glass display
Uh, for 3 months and 4 weeks and 6 days
No time for sleep, ain't no callin' in a sick day
Building the gallery as only we can
Glass display
lives
Yeah I learned a lot in life, but don't call me wise
I just walk the line
Now, I just need to monetize this art of mine and we'll all be fine
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
on the grind
One day we’ll chop it up, make up for lost time
And that day came. Finally met the man that shared my name
Hoping the new chapter erased the pain
dial
With his song
Well he hasn't actually
Thought of a song title yet for that one
So Imma just call it Dope Track
Yeah there we go
Coz it's a dope
let your bitch set thе play
Then she dyin' with you
Two-three set this money on the floor
I'm like I'm slidin' with you
Only ARP's in this whip
It ain't
let 'em think shit sweet" (mhm!)
"Mxm...they ain't tall, we gon' put 'em six feet"
I already dug graves, and the eulogy like twenty sum' pages
One for
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
getting this shit off my chest once and for all
I’m standing tall when I watch you fall down the rabbit hole
On your own and yet I’d still call just to make
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
hurts, I'm glad
I'm glad
I'm glad that you had someone to take on the role that was taken from me
All I want is for you to be happy
And if this song makes
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