Lyrics:
Because I'm fed up with Satan, I'm fed up with this world that we're placed in
Where we fear until we're shaking, girls getting taken
By the guys that
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
are the models where's my shawty
Vip turnt naked girls all horny
Yuah swithed up the steez
Getting drunk squeeze me some titties
Yuah my girl lit with
on my image
The people I used to know, they all keep a distance
How could we not be trapped in a forest
If danger comes by and we tend to ignore it?
a hypocrite
Always went against my words
I did you wrong, girl that's absurd
When we outmatched by all the drama
I'll out coach it, Im the Spurs
I'll pick you
divide
But dreaming takes me out of my car, where I don'y know but I know it's far,
Far from the madness of tis place, where nobody knows my face
Now I'm
bucks
My niggas
All we do is put down the smash
Why y'all player haters keep coming wit trash
I make everything you been looking for
Everything
never die
Knowing when my souls at odds
Give my 2 cents, in lieu of feeling useless
Why every sheep is stupid terrified of they futura
They never present,
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs
she even did it wit dice
And made a dildo of ice
A-yo it's like the hiest
move ya phat ass to gain
And if you love me baby girl give my
you'll get with this for this is where it's at
Engine Engine Number Nine
On the New York transit line
If my train jumps off the track
Pick it up pick it
Track 1. Who Am I
Lately when I look into the mirror
The person staring back at me is bitter
Never really understanding
Who I am or what my
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
feel sick to my stomach I get butterflies
And that’s when I see feds or paigons
See the girl’s dad that never came out nah
And I was getting clocked by
Are you in or are you out August
Cause I'm out of my goddamn mind
You're gone once I get too close to the track
Yet I fall apart so fast the second you
gear
And T.V. shows 'bout idiots that think country is drinking beer
Sick of seeing skinny jeans smiling like a cover girl
I wanna see some kids
had seen a breast
I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed
Where are the Falklands mum? And what have they done?
Where do girls come from? Where do
get to you its on
Now wow betta gas up when you wit da King Kong
Girl get it pivet wen a nigga lick it then
I hit it girl dats my grown style I'm
my soldiers for the battlefield?
And as the days of the two-oh approach
I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world
And decompose
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
later on at the Blues Room (Di ya wa!)
Get to the venue continue my mission
Got stopped in the tracks by the most beautiful vision
Had the body
bellybutton
I got to, keep it gangsta
Your home girl want some, I just might bank her
Shank her, bank her, and take her bankroll
Big Snoop Dogg and my game
to, keep it gangsta
Your home girl want some, I just might bank her
Shank her, bank her, and take her bankroll
Big Snoop Dogg and my game is way
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