Lyrics:
the masses
Wrote my will before I made a classic
Take a pill and let it change to magic
Fuck whoever tryna hate on Patrick
They may not play this
leeches
Speaking philosophy with a joint under bleachers
Not really bothered by who's the highlight
This is my life even if I lose the limelight
This is my
eats gourmet, and it slides easy through my throat
And when I'm rollin', cruisin' in whatever car that I be usin'
Passin', knowin' who's
Always
the entire colony have one-by-one been through
The same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three Lamia,
Who regenerate themselves every time,
"We played the part of lovers
You gave all your love and
You made it seem right
You made me a man oh so young in my life"
"Why you don't know who I
a safer place
than bein' amongst these chumps and scavengers, then one of my niggas say
He said, "I'll see you in the afterlife" (in the afterlife)
Don't
Different locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid
There's four major games that run the city of G's
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton
Verse One:
(LaTocha):
As I stand here contemplating,
On the right thing to decide.
Will I take the wrong direction,
All my life, where will I
places
I'm here to squash it all original will speak
Scarface on your ass from the streets
I left my cut, in fear of a prison term
They want to put
side
You and I, do or die
Who am I? (Who am I?)
Your reflection
Right place, right time
Right mind, right now
Right direction
By your side
You
and be a failure
If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team's inferior
You wanna bust caps I get all up in your
Get on the rocket ship and we'll go to the places you want
A cotton sky now black with eyes
I don't know who's watching or whos not
But we will take
See the light of those who find
As time pass you by, you're still left behind
Time has come for you to see
That life is a game you'd rather play
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
will all be explained
Like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda
Rational when I be asking you
"who is more dramatical?"
This one
and down, all the way and all around
Take my hand and I will follow too
You see, I'd like to share my life with you and show you things I've seen
Places that
of tragedy
Whole lotta my people in poverty
Walk around Head set like my hands are free
And I can still get popped by the damn police
Uh
No place for
literally sold all my shit
I moved out of my place in New Orleans
I was bouncing around, living out of a suitcase
Crashing on friends' couches
Living
real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out
a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business
Three 'Best Of's- count 'em bitch
Get out of here
Fine! I'll go by my own joys
(Take us home now)
100th digital shorts
Not-not-not ninety-nine!
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
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