Lyrics:
(yo, the Brooklyn Reverse is in the house)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (yo, it's that time nah I'm sayin'?)
Mic, micro, microphone
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody ducking
West coast in the house so it's on and cracking
doubt that He's got me in His Hands
I got joy all around me, I'ma hit my lil dance
Feeling like nothing's gonna stop this Kingdom from its advance
dudes paid sip and fade till my belly ache
Waiting for you like
Saint Peter by the gate
Now meet your maker if you not BB then you ain't safe
How you
family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
Thug in my hood is drug prison
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I gotta take it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
I'm hiding out and smokin' herb
Because my boss is getting on my motherfucking nerves
But I gotta take it 'cause it's cold outside (it's cold outside)
couch
It's okay, nothing is easy
Damn, what a shame
Fast cash won't make you straight
Burn holes with the big flame
Leave a message, make it
No question, bein a black man is demandin'
The fire's in my eyes and the flames need fannin'
With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) determination
you were Clyde
Even in a hail of bullets, you'd be by my side
I'm shaking hands in alleyways
I know that we can't have no sinners without having Saints
They ain't never seen a nigga do
The shit that I did
They ain't never seen a nigga
Driving nothing like this
I got haters, I got jockers all over my
this
This rap is for the people in the past who were against me
Who snapped at every opportunity to diss me
Put me down like I was nothing treated
and trees were white noise to my eyes, blurred in my window, and on my knees
This is a sadness fuelled by a sickness because as I growed, the woods were all
to the DoggHouse
Hit the weed he lightin'
Outside little niggas is fightin'
This bomb, I'm likin'
Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
tryna do
Girl nothing at all
Nothing at all
What you mean by that
Mhm
What I mean by that is
I’m tryna do me
And tip real slow
(Sideways)
Getting the bag
beating the odds
I stood on ground wit hitters
I'm straight from the trenches big dawg we some big St. Bernard
Est Saint Laurent in the budget nie
I'm
head, back there in they bed
Back there in they house, ain't come up with nothing
Ain't cooling wit nobody, jus chillin' ain't frontin'
Niggas living they
P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear your
rap music is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear your shit, I push
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
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