Lyrics:
on the rise
Hopelessness got some by the throat you can see it in their eyes
I said how come
How come
Everybody on a shoestring
Everybody in a hole
Everybody
be all right on the best side in the summer time
Put your hands up! Everybody just stand up
I got some honeyz in front of me screaming I'm
I'd be lying if i said I didn't miss it
Everybody is the same 'til
They start acting different
Just hold on, I'll be there in a minute
Is it
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
beat her doonies down
Take the bitch out of town beat her doonies down
Ion wanna fuck the bitch she got a STD
She be fucking everybody and she fuck for
color as PJ
(yeah) I got a champagne range
Pick niggas off, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That's a way to get ya ass
under you
Radiohead was five guys but I'm not a fuckin burger place
I'll call Kenan Thompson for the secret sauce recipe (dude)
Everybody boppin' but
arrest me
And for WHAT
BeCause I'm shinning Blinging
Mad because I'm rhyming Singing
Got too much money Got too many guns
Yo pitiful life ain't got no
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
made it the hard way, he think he Hov
So mad looking at my shit, it could be yours
911 fuck up black folk, I got the Porsche
Two-time felon, behind
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
Yeah
Young Khalifa and Bern
Real niggas in this bitch
Everybody drunk, the fuck they want
Uh
It's not a thing we can't afford
Walk up in
died on Tuesday
Yellowed by the TNT
And his best friend "Lucky" Thompson
Who got back with scarce a scratch
Was dead a fortnight later
Spanish Flu had
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
Yo whassup P?
Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
on board man
We need the green
Make the world a better place
By putting the grass all in your face
Free the weed
Let everybody's who's locked up out
free
(All by myself, sittin' all alone)
I got no one to call my own
(Seeking someone new)
Won't you love me too
We'll start our love anew, oh yeah
to see (Right)
Ain't nothin round here for free (Right)
And I'm here to let these motherfuckers know
That I'll do anything for the dough (Right)
A felony
free
Erase the demons out of our memory
Change your name and your identity
Afraid of the truth and our dark history
Why is everybody always chasing
I'm leaving and I'm burying the past
Wanna have peace now, we can be free
No one here will make a sucker out of me
Han har "sjunk't."
Vad
extinction, love extinction let me be
Love extinction, love extinguished into me
Love extinction, love extinction set me free
Yeahhh
Got your love extinction
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