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Anyway, so, I dedicated this song sort of to her because of the curiosity that was aroused in my mind by these two things happening at once. And it goes
soul
Lay a steady piece of mind and simple tunes that made me whole
So eventually it happened; I caught up with the pack
And those who once had shunned
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
from the ground (now)
Here we are, money on my mind
How much do it cost to keep it real with ya?
Here we are, place most never find
How much do it
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that
The painful truth
Is all to real
[Chorus]
What can I say
To change your heart
Oh tell me, in simple words
The rain of hope, to the light this storm
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
and seek
Know that I'm gonna find you
Make sure you get left or you leave
I saw you
And knew what I was trying to do
I had to play it real real
I feel so lady
I, I never thought I could feel so much like a lady
It's good to have doors open for me
By a real man, who wants to hold my hand
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
at the feet of ennui and apathy
You're wrong, but have to speak, and cause cacophony
Distracting me
Y'all could at the least stop all the posturing
down memory lane
Logic arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain
Never scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same
I got tracks
Oh, you did it to me once again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
'Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it goin on (say word),
i seen ups and downs hit
but i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
it really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
he a real
Do away with people blowing my mind
Do away with people wasting my precious time
Take me to a simple place
Where I can easily see my face
Baby,
Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot
doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (Uh-huh)
Not including yourself,
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging
Cracked from inside out
Made by shapeless form
Never mind empty mind
At least nothing falls apart anymore
Carved from nothing, into essence of all
baby
The way this goes down is simple, from this day forth
Anything to deal with rap, stay off
It's just the players, no pay offs, strictly skills
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