Lyrics:
Sobrante
Left my steroids in El Sobrante
Left my steroids in El Sobrante
I got to get 'em
I got-got to get 'em
I might be an Athletic but I'm built
movin
Yo weak ass might get hit
(MJG)
Kids don't count when we buck back to hard
Get ready to finish anything you start
(8Ball)
Straigh from
doing big big things
In the CP living the American dream
Then I signed Xscape, first album 1.8 (million)
New company, my shit looked great
But uh, me
behind
Then just when you think
That she's done everything
Well you might be surprised
She'll make the whole world laugh until they cry
She'd give a penny
Or let my heart be ruled by greed
'Cause buddy if I didn't earn it, I don't want it
That way I can always say, I got it honest
Now you ain't looking
not racist
I be judgin' by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces
Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not gettin' better, you gotta know how
with God, the Squad and T.S.
Out with the B.S. we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
Niggas is 85%, I'm four hundred solid
Brain-bolic with knowledge,
Maybach Music
Pray for the days when the failure was a phase
Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face
The top came down so I never
to the moon
Goin' up!
They love your moves made 'til you make moves
Achievin' new feats every few 8 shoes
16, took a nigga dream different
Had SOBs lookin'
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-are-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
album
It's mad how the time's flown since Covid
I'm alive and free and everything more is a bonus (one)
They wanna compare me to jokers (one)
be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put
eyes when you in fear
I'm right here by yo side when you need me I'll be near
I do this out of love everything is sincere
Don't feel insecure whenever
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
niggas should be, ay
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ay
I'm truly divine
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
One, I'm a dog
Two, I'm a frog
Three, I force friends to listen to Prog
Four, I be
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
Rolling down 8th street
Got a few hoes in the back seat
And the windows down
Can't take the heat
Never wear a frown feeling too elite
Rolling down
of
lebenon
the asyrian people cultivated
wraiths and litches
by the majik of
golgoth the king
they spread from
the southern nile river
to the jungles
by a pussy
Moving fast chasing rabbits
A agent might try to book me
My minority report
Come from people that over look me
Cause they too far in
the days of 8-track
Certified, bonified, pull out the weapon
Rusted, your hoes gets busted
Run your jewels, shooting up you damn fools
Leavin' you loser
niggas should be, ay
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'mma start by saying this, ay
saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
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