Lyrics:
the show
Chromatose, toasted, gettin' money while I roam the coast
Stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes
I deserve 'em both, overdose
Time to earn
I know that I'm finna make it
I don't care bout' no-one hating
Days go by and time files I don't wanna waste it
Look at this road that I'm paving
these bros and make em' vegetables just to let em know that the course tastes pure. Pissed off all the local rappers so it's time to go on tour. I'm sure,
believe em though
You can think I'm psycho for thinking dreams are feasible
You can tell em
Workin' through the mental doubt by the hour
With every beat
A's
Imma claim em
That's why I can't wait to
I can't wait to get back to school
Sleeping all day
Hanging all night
I can't wait to get back to school
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
tracks, made 6 or 7 racks
A couple days later on twitter I saw this photo of myself and I was grinning
That 4K camera of quality had got me tripping
So
the day
If you was still here I'd be down still
Everyday I gotta ride for the team
SUC for L-IF-E
It's bout time I let 'em know who we be
You the Don
hogtied
Persecuted, executed, one day it gon' be time for retribution
Hope you don't ever see your son in an institution
I know karma is constant and God
on through the window blinds
I am leaning to the front
You are leaning to the back
We are slowly getting closer day by day
There are letters on the floor
psycho's!
Why you readin' to me from the bible?
Get away from muthafucka I hate you!
On the morning of your B-Day I'm a take you.
Days go by and I'm lookin
let ‘em steer you wrong, have you too afraid to shine
‘Cause they can’t hold you down, when you know it’s your time
So it’s our day to celebrate it
It’s
frantic in the way that we lie
About time I was getting credible size
But your broken speaker spits until the venom subsides
Get by on the shit that we try
them
Say a prayer for them
Let 'em know that God's there for them
This is how the world will
Know that you're His
And by the way that you will love
of the nose
Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from
Legend in my city, must acknowledge it
I hustle 'fore fightin', head down, they Robinson,
for every single one of my fans
Autographs 'til I couldn't feel my hands
Just a man with a plan, but you wouldn't understand
I get high by the notes,
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be
Since I was shady had two ladies to make children
The same time when they do college you break scrillion
So you think of doing the shit that be
phone
Time to get the bag, gotta hit the studio
Hit ‘em notes like
A-E-I-O
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Oh yeah, what a beautiful day
Gonna take a flick and throw
seat
Shawty throw it back
Her flexibility pro-athlete
Niggas took me as a joke
I sit back and wait till they choke
I got em fiendin I never go broke
burned myself so many times calling you my friends
Don't fret, I only live to outlive you, see you dead
The only real friends I had to this day I keep away
[20 second instrumental to open]
[Chorus: female singer]
I... will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die
[Tha Trademarc]
For what
and ain't never sold dope
My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
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