Lyrics:
Please don’t be afraid to look me in the eye
Sad time is gone I got no tears to cry
Don't say you don't know I'm right
When I say we'll get by
Ain't no
thing that took down DeBarge
I get it off the barge, floating through the water ways
Didn't need Italians, now they got a water wage
When the product's
Slip, slip, by-by-by
Don't let this opportunity slip by (yeah)
Let's leave our thoughts behind
(Oooh) Let's turn these wrong things right
(Oooh) Advantage
dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand
The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm all that
So, ring around
Train, not American Bandstand
The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm all that
So ring around the Rosie,
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
me on the ring, hit me on the ring
My shit got mo' bing, it a'int a thing
I been rolling, smoking potent
Steady blowing on the Kush
Burning bush,
lose
The funny thing is you muthafuckas tried rap too
Yuck
Flow sick I'm disgusted with me
I don't sell dick but I ain't fucking for free
Nothing will be
like clothes do Johnsons
Johnsons
Looking at the scales weighing up my options
Yeah I'm sick of seeing toxins
Things playing on my conscience
I guess we
Def making a movie!
True Story, True Story, Sit back Grab Ya Popcorn
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was
Well it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like
I've smoked all
Who defy my word
Flightless, no, that ain't quite right
'Cause I'm so fly from the tux to the bow tie
Hold tight, BoJoker
I know clowns
disappeared
Now, take notes
When I say these quotes
By the time I finish
Y'all gone say he's dope
You see, that was just the first
When I spit my verse
Now
Lil bro hysterical
We clown that boy in spite of him
Nike wit my bank, them checks come in they always right, not left
I smack on her cake, and then I
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
enough to fix them, to fix them
But now
Things ain’t sittin right
I’m still sad at night
Wanna call my mom but she nowhere in sight
Things ain’t sittin
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
we living through the pain
Why they keep on talking
They ain’t doing it the same
They ain’t ever gonna tame
Yeah words right out my mouth
What we
Killa
This that harlem music right here
This that Diddy bop, get ready for the winner music
That's what it is
Killa, Dip set
Uh, uh
You know
get too close cause when you close can’t see the whole thing
Blinded by emotions
So it's no new friends, I'mma hit you wit the "who you?"
Two two’s,
ain't no way Daddy'd go all in
With nothing but the queen of hearts
Guns, knives, or chains
Pick how you wanna die
They'll sing you a song
When things go
Like I ain't got enough problems with this music business
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer
the minimal (ha)
Everything about us still live by the principle (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
You say now you
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