Lyrics:
back in his N.W.A. days
Niggas spray strays and shoot without looking
Niggas walk by and blast without leaving a footprint
I think the attitudes are
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
I can't take it back
I don't want to get lost
I don't want to live my life without you
Am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like
neither one of us could swim across
I stopped holding my breath
Now I am better off
There without a trace
And you in my head
All the halted motion
a sense of pride
And overwhelming shame
There's joys and trials
As you walk down every mile
I've been holding on to something
This all can't be for
what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your "six can't rhyme" groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly
the evils
It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out
Buggin' out, buggin' out
of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
as I enter I see you
he said
searching me
Then asking my identity
Hands up, throw me up against the wall
Didn't do a thing at all
I'm tellin' you one day these suckers gotta fall
talkin' all that trash
(you the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
Mike Will Made-It
EarDrummers
I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust these bitches
Haters praying for my downfall, at least they're religious
roll
And I will never be questioned
By some new young chump popping their tongue
Snoopy D made the way for you to walk
O in to The Almighty
even, I doubt we leave without eating
So without reason, pounds are squeezing
The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM
Bitches ride like
love me if you won't kill for me
I see my haters on the sideline
Heaven taught me I'm in top five
Mob ties, reached a mil'
I did that shit without
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
I make it my duty to cuss 'em
Out, cause I just don't trust em
And if you tell on me I'm bombin' on Betty
Bitch
Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said, "boy, stop, let's go walkin'" (let's go walkin')
"You wanna be outside for this"
We just talkin'
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin
leave you ?
Fuck that bullshit I got common sense
I'm ready for my limelight put my mic in hand
They'll dissolve when the money's gone
So motherfucka
I can mark time walk a straight line
Grab a mad bull by the nose
I can stand still on an ant-hill
And not once get itchy toes
I can even for no
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
'm not playin' with them
Can you not see the difference?
I mean, I keep the fuckin' lights on in the building
Man, my record deal should be five
take your bitch again
Because you throw a five I pitch a ten
Now she want to get inside of my sixty six
She sees my wrist blue and yellow like
Ain't no breaking me down, bitch I'm breaking the banks
And ain't no holding me down, even if you holding the shanks
I'm controlling the time, nigga
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