Lyrics:
Shit just remind me of mornings in Chalmers
What up Esy
Still I can't let you go oh
You go oh
I know that it don't show yet
Don't show yet
Yeah yeah
phony hiphop
To an ending
I hope you had fun making songs for The over lord
Just came to stop by
And let you know that it's over dawg
This what it can
burnin heaters if you cheat us
dudes workin the slugs
And get the sex baby 'cause I'm addicted to fame
You make me bust just by screamin my name
and when I
Everything seems to fade away
It's outside waiting for me
It's so near but yet so far
End my life just take it away
It's not worth living one day
I can see
up the road all alone in ends
It's just me and him
You know what's next,
Sorry mummy but that lunch money couldn't hold me then
Growing up we used
BUT I WON'T FALL FOR THAT
NO I WON'T FALL FOR THAT
SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT SON
MAKE ME BELIEVE I'M THE ONLY ONE
WHEN YOU PRESS YOURSELF RIGHT UP
shaking with fear
The only ten-I-see here girl I Volunteer
I take it day by day
More rejection than success but I'm just paving the way
I got one more
to take it, one punch!
You all up in my business son, ease up!
Don't need your advice I'm advised by my gut
And my motives are love that's where I'm coming
and the brand's fire like a seance
Heard that shit you dropped
Please don't quit ya day job
Please don't quit ya day job
Philly nigga, I was raised on State Prop
on a face
The sympathy and empathy just a waste
I made it up; it was a clever lark
I kept you all in the dark
All these days I put on a smile
I haven't felt
this shit one day
Do whatever just to see her happy
Said imma make it nigga no cappin
All you niggas bitches stop acting
Never thought I would be sitting
far
Gotta do what I does just wana see
wana see what I can truly wana be
If I don't know then I'm back once more
Making hits all day long just go
In
a leaf and roll it in a toga sheet
And I'm by myself like I'm 'bout to buy my neighbors house and put em out
I can't tell if I, I'm high out my mind
Alanis Morrisette
From audio cassette
One week had an upset
For radio plays met
By a broke bitch better yet
No hands in her pocket, bet
You oughta
go out of town
So for the sake of the country vote this Election Day
By mail, absentee or the old-fashioned way
If you have to go out make sure
talking
Hit
Hit
That's just how it go
In this rap game I'm about to blow up on
Time I will never have to show up on
Mine you will never have to be up
heard the story so you know the rest
I'd like to work half as much if it didn't cost me half my pay
Ten long years I haven't missed a single day
Stuck
Hit
That's just how it go
In this rap game I'm about to blow up on
Time I will never have to show up on
Mine you will never have to be up on
And I'm
review my vision
do your sweet days give you my vision
three five days where I'm holding your ass
o, and this is just like that
my vision
Do your sweet days give you my vision
Three five days where I'm holding your ass
O and this is just like that
my vision
Do your sweet days give you my vision
Three five days where I'm holding your ass
O and this is just like that
my vision
Do your sweet days give you my vision
Three five days where I'm holding your ass
O and this is just like that
We made a home and it went up in flames
But our bodies are something the fire did not claim
On that day
We were just making plans to stay
And then
baby, front street i Know it paved me
I'm making a way out this 908 slavery
All my emotions i bottle up baked em
What is you saying
My pen is sweet like
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