Lyrics:
you up
I got a heart at the cemetery
No cheers they're really scary
R.i.p., r.i.p. yeah, r.i.p, man right by me
Second verse sounds good to me
I've got to get arrested to keep you interested
I should have known that I can't change the world by staring at it
My arms have little feeling from
no point exposing yours
I will no longer catch the second hand
I strike first, while your hooks, they never land
Criticizing one who you no better
the more negators
Call for a change in roles, both directions are too cold
What separates the poles is the equator
Equator, equator
Your second thoughts
back,
Loving every second of it,
We just walk away.
Let's just stop,
Drop everything,
Forget each other's names,
Can we please just walk away?
It could
reaps in a rhyme
Ten weeks in a line
Tenure must align
Kill this stupid shit you trying
Ain't no grace behind these lines
Playing stupid games you
that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too"
Then
no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit
Now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled
circumstances
Lately, I been fed up with people
Ain't no second chances
I been standing tall next to god
By the Ten Commandments
You gone risk it all for dawg
But
Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie.
"I guess you're tired,"
He said, kinda sly.
I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I
Till my pine box drop down into the dirt
I'm a be by far the hottest nigga, known to the Earth
In the air, I fly, can't compare my
Swagger to another
of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else
Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won't
They say misery loves company, no, I don't
Ain't
Fill the suitcase up, did he stiff somebody?
Will he testify? If you say you're sorry
Grown men laugh when they heard that lie
10 to 12, gonna
to survive
Under Horizon we are lost
Under Horizon the rocket smoke and burn
Dive direction atmosphere - no chance to return
Smoke and fire everywhere - we
Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?(x2)
We rockin stilettos hoe(x8)
(Diamond)
I know you want a second look, but
named Sonny
But the brother's about to get naughty
The brother's about to get naughty! (4X)
Starin' and tearin' in my direction
Selection is
direction
Moving slicker than a snake
And now they second guessing
When you gettin near the top
They often try to cap a lot
She said she only lied three
to the test
It does a drive by in 13 seconds it gets the job done
It's not just for fun
Duck and cover when these bullets are flying
Watch them hover when all
sleeves.
Four-door swoosh made by Nike.
Drop-top jumpan suit, by Mike E.
Got to like my player, I'm in it for the dough.
I'm in it for show, matter fact
a bout like the measles
No cures, cause pop goes the weasels
[Chorus: x2]
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
He gets up early about seven o'clock,
The alarm goes off and then the house starts to rock.
In and out of the bathroom by seven-o-three,
By
blessed
Boy, no stunt double, I'd die by the set, yeah
Got signed up like a nigga protest
If I ain't a pro at it, then a nigga pro effect
Been doing
left behind
No on a date
Rejection
Racism and Hate
Infection
Kicked out of the game
Ejection
Alone and sad by myself
Reflection
Acceptance of Christ
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