Lyrics:
The idea for the song was to capture what you wanted to say
Like no filter, after your third date or something like that
Exactly, the idea is to sort of lead
feel me
I don't care if you're a conservative or a hardcore liberal
Hated by both sides, I'm just standing in the middle
Change starts with the man
a mental prison
Psychotic is my vision
Iconic when I’m spitting
Ironic how I wake the dead
but I’m livingHowling while I’m killing
Devour cowards every
When I drop its gon be a classic
By U
So much love that I receive in the BAY
Niggaz be on yo head before I read the hey
In the V is where my P shit pop
Futura is my name
And I say graffiti is where I got my fame
But it's not my fame that I'm here to claim
I wanna tell the real story about my game
Aw,
main idea.
2. I considered... What is the main reason I can give to my listeners so they want to listen to me? For example, what needs can I refer to,
shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapon's intuition
My future position is determined by past decisions
So young George Bush, I'm
Jean, CNN...CNN...CNN! (Where Brooklyn at?! Where Brooklyn at?)
Can't forget Jersey though baby!
Police brutality is all around the whole world,
we
zrbn ichit.
24.ghaln is ittaf l'3a9l zighd iflt.
25.is ka yumn gh ujddig ijdr nit.
26.mat ran aguis amnn l'3ahd immut.
27.azru lli sayid ikkat nbna srs.
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
Different cities
Homie different brag
Time is money
Vegas never lag
Showing out
We be turning heads
Rolling 7's
Ain't no doubting it
Make it back
By
homies
I feel like it'd drive home the idea my mind's gone
And 23 years of living and not a speck on the record
But 24 years of living I think I'm ready
to the ego of a man
You were just an idea then and now this is where we end
And now this is where we end
Focused like a rain cloud on pavement after weeks
The Plague
The Living Death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's were working on a cure
That would
the plague
The living death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's were working on a cure
That would
to breathe
And in the end we all find ourselves
Right back where we don't belong
And we thought we could
Make a killing
Off the ideas that we were
My watch is missing, feeling like I don't have the time
Stretched thin, consumed by the Hustle the grind
Yet found a way to let minutes and hours fly
Do it again like a 24
No
Time and back in times
Fuckin' up back in the time
No idea time today
Tell a bitch I'm back in my ways
Tell a bitch back in
isn't a place but an idea
A mental haven among crows and ravens
And death and corpses
A garden without grass...
Full of worms and dirt, where
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas 'I need
Visual eyes the truth
This could be the token
Visual eyes the truth
This could be the token
Pandemic left me broken
24/7 I be Rollin views by ocean
looking for the new idea
Watching your friends and foes, stealing, I foresee a
Future where we settle beef and start anew
But I know that's not the case
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
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