Lyrics:
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
I’m out here now in the
Hills with my homies right
By the time I be making my mills I be
Helping my motha that been struggle
Of all days of the
Pays
on stage, started this shit in my room
Sometimes I just rap fast, my words just be going zoom
I know that my time is coming, waiting for it to go boom
Past
the game way too long and ain't take a loss
How you showin' up to work late and think you a boss?
My plane takin' off, more money in the bank
Less time
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
When it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-ires
J-j-jeah
(And more, much more than this, I did it my way)
Yeah, in my lifetime
I
of
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Ow
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
'Cause you know I wanna get it in (ya mean?)
And tell me why
going Blade today
Rolling up dope is a past time
If them niggas stay broke they the bad guys
Gotta cover my approach from the fast eyes
Black boy with
three hours
To navigate past the BS
Without a stain
Them pathways without the hate are
Less travelled by
And if you latch on my past mistakes
I got
will eat you alive, we know how to be a meal
Shit, rather than see a mill to make it out you need a skill (yeah)
Thought I was past my past, but let's
Educates people at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin' me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up I had to use
matte-black Ferrari, uh
I still get a quarter mill' to snatch past the party, uh
Slid in her DM and she hit back, she was smart enough
And they say I'm way
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
and the cameras get to snapping
And they try to make you out as a lie
Symbolic because you were just trying to please them
by using logic and reason
It's a lose
K'ys tell hiim, tell Kevin
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me, was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell
no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time
Kissing heaven,spent
He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
Wishing to repent
For
bitch
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be
die happy
They want me to play my role, but you can't typecast me (bitch)
They used to look right past me
Ain't wanna do right by me
Fuck it,
[Verse 4]
Train yard's empty, tracks are cold,
Stories of the past retold,
Whispers of a time gone by,
Painting pictures in the sky.
[Chorus]
But there's
a quarter-mill' a show, I think it's cheap
Gotta play it slow, I heard that Jesus died at thirty-three
Boosie said, "You're past twenty-five, you an OG"
More
The world gon' be grateful, the other ones gon' hate you
Gangster reason right here, guidin' me through the Matrix
J Real, I appreciate all
lames
It's my time, it's my watch, homie
Y'all don't believe me just watch, only
Time will tell but I'll rhyme until I skip time, I'm Michael J. Fox
I need a mill in my pocket
You know, a safety deposit
Check out the whip that I hopped in
You know it got all the options
I need a mill in my pocket
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