Lyrics:
you see the pain though
If you knew what's inside, I wouldn't have to say so
Pain management, brain damagin' substances
In love with the buzz I get, I
not sure how much higher the wall will be
How many dads carry all they can carry and go to work everyday and return to solitary
How many kids are in
of wock In a big Tahitian
Adrenaline pumping fourty' get to dumpin', I love trigger squeezing
I ain't no blood and I don't pop fives, but I leave a nigga
I'm sorry you were parented by bowls of cereal and the TV
It got hard when your dad told me he wanted to leave me
I was too wrapped up in self-pity
when night nears
Project what I fear, I try not to
Or ever confuse the killmongers with the mbaku's
These cowards are sweet, they remind me of chicken
like I'm up in the mix
All up on me, Like what is the dizz?
40 on me, know that I'm rocking it like a muhfuckin blick
I
I
I
I tried it, I lost
I found
to Turn five eight
Purks in the lean got me tryna fill My face
Drugs are getting heavy, hard to Breathe, harder stand in place
Booted of them thizzles
Please don't make it rain
Forty days no school
We don't live by the rules
Know you gave us the tools
Everything you abuse
Is everything you will lose
Don't
Meditate
Thank God for the slate
Counting my stars, selling sounds for the base
I go love stress for my 20s than 40s
Tell akɔnɔ ba make e wait..
Ɔse I dey
Losin’ touch
Fuckin’ up my senses
Whenever we got tension yeah
Feels like every second
Goes by so slow
I wanna see your body roll
Pushin’ on your
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
focus, you should play this more
Always winning more, Michael Jackson '84
Gotta keep it thriller, don't it sound familiar?
Have a 40 with your niggas
Esteban sinkin' into the heart of the barrio
He ain't got no money all he got are the clothes that are on his back
Two cigarettes left can't afford
found two kittens on the tracks
got my picture taken twice today when are you coming back
I can see a brave tomorrow don't let this spaceship bring me
on the pavement!
This game's filled with more whack niggas then a slave owner's basement
But I'm a freth of bresh air
I mean a breath of fresh air
MCs are next
are in
Their forties feeling six i'm nice whoo!
Recently I'm hearing lots of people
Try to say that i am undeserving of the
Fucking accolades I'm
le oli
I was out there partying way before my mama turned 40
One thing I probably regret ke ane peng bebe nkebe ke phutsi
But are tlwelle another day
met me a bitch from the V’, I knock the cat out like Ali
Bitch, I said that, “You are in bed wit a freak”
Arch it up, bitch, you gone embarrass me
It’s
broken
Has to stay broken
Yet im happy holding thoughts
That remain unspoken
40hours over time but sky
Aint the limit
We put in hours but the fame
Might
If your God is A God of love why does He allow misery and pain?
Is a statement I often overhear with the nagging question Is God even there?
propping open
And I love this place, the enormous sky
And the faces, hands that I'm haunted by
So why can't I forgive these buildings
These frameworks
rollin' up indo outta toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch, some niggas are scared to hit it
Fool I'm with it
So phone check, nigga get the fuck off the line
jewels extra large like stretch I'll show you my strength
Fiends get their check on the first
Be gone by the second the third they
Come on stolen shit
to even toss in the back
especially when you broke, livin off the scratch
You see it all comes down to the love for music
Short fuse, determinin how well we
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