Lyrics:
the stove
Told her stay calm when the crisis on
Say I die alone, I say my life a poem
Hyde Park Hussle speakin' hyperbole
Translation, get the money never
out then I'm pulling the trigga
Real top boys deliver cack four killer
Live and direct if they try and block shots
Then I pass to my gena let em eat
Testimonies e no dey finish
Touched by heavenly sounds
Baptized inside the holy waters
Look to the skies
I see my maker
smiling down on me
Only one holy
make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid
What type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes
Woke up to sun streaming in my room
Warm beachfront palm December afternoon
You close your eyes another year blows by
Somewhere in the wind just
extreme
Feels just like i'm in a fever dream
Seven A.M. I'm on the run
December again, it just begun
Yet in my mind's eye all I see is you
Surrounded by
my god, I bet you think you're sly
As we all fight to find spots here, parallel park along hills
Rita keeps her double-wide space where she gets her
windows down
Walking through town with my head on fire
But I'm never one to be scared of the smoke
Back at the park with my longboard
This ain't my address
much I'm prepared to live in hell
I get high just like Mt. Everest
Pop me an addy I never rest
Got my heart all on my sleeve you a sweater vest
Got it
mind
Since last December
He pissed me off
But I didn't mean to kill him
He owed me money
So my choppa had to bill him
Keep his body in my freezer
(Yo, I see you, my nigga)
Seminary to the Twomps (Yo, I see you, my nigga)
Sobrante Park to the 50s (Yo, I see you, my nigga)
Rolling 100s, Brookfield
I just want some good times that I can remember
delt with many cold lives colder than December
I use to hang out with sum people that were really
the best for me best for me ye Ye
December was cursed, till u came along
Had been dumped and played, always in the wrong
U swang by fast, came to steal my
kids sink in the water
I give a shot to the battered lives
I give a shot to the battered wifes
There's a picture in my mind of some niggas that mob
a spaceman
Digging out my heart
In some distant sand dunes
In a car park
By the empty harbour
Where the phantoms fall
Fight for happy valley
Sadly,
I'll die by this
To hotwire my drive you need at least nine lives
So get to dying my G
If you need help I'll kill you five times
Cuz I'm nice guy
This
where to park it
One look in your eyes, now the whole room is getting starlit
I'm gonna need you by my side cause
I tend to find my way across
sharp
Built by God made in Heaven included with every part
Everyday was dope with her
From Cold Spring to Central Park
There she go again fly as hell
Overthinking
Have I done enough?
Don't know what my deal is
Am I out of love?
I get the feeling that I'm
Barely scraping by
So what I'm thinking is
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
This is my process to cope, this is my open letter
I seen a lady with her daughter as they passed by
We locked eyes and then she laughed, wanted to ask
oh, oh,
Hey my mojo so dope bitch
Hey my mojo so dope
Yep we live it, live it
Yeah we on it, on it
Give a fuck about your lifestyle,
Give a fuck
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
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