Lyrics:
hold your self down you don't let no shit slide
Skin so smooth, and sun-kissed
Got your back, you're my rib
Dreaming `bout your hair flowing by the shore
The Neighborhood going for gold
Oh no, you suppose to be the boss
But can't take the loss
So you can't face the L
But it's blown across
By the Six Three One Illitia
get biz with my name on the marquee
Make me bring out the Bulls fitted, black hoodie, and Barkleys
Went out to the store, bought a loose and a quarter
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaap trap life woo woo woo
Have been lonely in my world, living in my head
Mind was loaded in thoughts don't know what to say
Reminiscing
I've been lonely for so long
And all your stories
All the stories that you told me
They're forgotten
Not by choice but by bad luck
With my emotions
Yeah
my cup to hold me
Need the juice in my cup I’m lonely
Big back ting and she says she loves me
Pop champagne so she act all bubbly
You should know that
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
I-I'm in practice, my mic is my therapist
Spill my tea out on my notebook and air it out
Feeling blue as a pair of tits
An outcast like a heretic
All
the IS, by my lonely (Yea, Yea, Yea)
These people OD, talk like they really do know me
I’m in my own world, thought you know this
You cannot stop me, I keep
gem
Collect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims
I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller
The mic killa wreckin more shit than
on the mainline
Now I'm in cash field still persuin my path
Sever the mic in half to unleash my wrath
I want an abundance of girls to escape the world
Throw a party
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically,
the numbers right
My crown aint got to glow cause I run the mic
Precise operator, producer and engineer, Moke
Peace, see ya later Gator
In BC its well known
Its
stand on my word like a vow that's on Bible
Till every concert sound like a recital
Till every dead beat sound like the revival
Of the heart of hip hop
was barred in a cell
I ran from contra diction
My weapons grade is vision
See new clear no mushroom ear clued up mission
Richman island all inclusive
Yeah
We gonna do it just like the video man
One take
Ay
Flow so vibrant
No code defines it
On my own island, my phone on silent
Overblown
Billy Bass
Ay yo try me I bet I deliver I'm Bezos
You can get it all from me like Bezos
I can give half of my raps away by the end of the day
I
365, til I'm dyin
It stays crunch time, go yo
KMC powered by the force
Insane cranium my power source
Coupled with sour kush of course
Yoda rip a mic
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know it's lonely in this prison You know we blinded by the prism
I'm thinking the world is
shit, it's all a process Even when I'm exhausted, done tryna measure
my wins by my bank account balance I know this shit all about progress
I'm defined by
we rappin in
While they trying to fill us all up with more lead then zepilin
[Everyone Lead by Mos Def]
My people unite and let's all get down
We
There ain't nobody out here for me
They say when you out here on your grind, it get lonely
Bae, I need you right here by my side, can you hold me yuh
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere
In bars and cars, sidewalks stores everywhere
There's no escape, I'm gods lonely man
I been
on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
You think that's spacey?
Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling
Existence on the fringes and such
My generation just
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