Lyrics:
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
feel cra-zy
(Tell 'em bout it)
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin' right from wrong
They say my
"Where you been, wh-where you
Where you been"
By the time the 5 pull up, e'ry
(bitch) look up million records sold
(nigga) still sellin cook up
Pusha, you
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
Oh my god, Ronny
Ay, somebody grab him some clippers
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I
See I was born in da struggle eight nine stepdaddy's me and my mother
And ten others, let's see that's three sisters and seven brothers
All we had was
(Yeah)
Tell you 'bout my bitch
(Oh-oh, baby)
Some might even say she our bitch
(Yeah)
I don't even trip
(Oh-oh, baby)
(It's you I'm keepin
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
To numb my heart
It felt just like
Seven years
Were gone in the blink of an eye
Swimming
In twin oceans
Futures then we assumed
Swimming
In our fears side
I'm a man!
Did you forget?
Seven years has been a long time
And my city's making headlines
Do you miss me yet?
Can you hear me?
How come you seem so
to wait for it
But you only get when you taking it
I remember when I used to pray for it
But you can tell the future by creating it
So I'm living life like
complex
Emotions, but I simply
Wasn't present for history
Future me isn't blissfully
Duality of man
The day was June 23rd, 2017
I was skating around
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
guy, I'm bent up
Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant
To the ground function I'm Munson-ed, it's the dreaded 7/10 split
baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old, daddy thrown in the clink
Said, "Life ain't fair, everybody gon' cheat"
Little foot, big foot, get
I'm drinking coffee by the window
While you're still fast asleep my love
From a 20th floor hotel room
I can see for miles
Manhattan skyline still in
I have seen the future of mankind
The wisdom of my prophecies you'll find
Follow the truth and be careful, are we the last?
Hundred years have
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Seven years passed, now
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
about that kiss from the time I was little
To know what's to come only have to look back
They say history repeats itself and oh it will
I worry my future
shoulda did! You dipshits the future will show it
The universe is 14 billion years old
Man might've been there 50 thousand of those
You think there's
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