Lyrics:
talks or not
I just can't leave him like this
Listenm leave me here, I can handle it
Oh, Johnny, no
The cops are outside, Luke is in the car
of existence
But we never really think of who gifted
To be frank, it don't make sense
More Christ, less regrets
Born once so I could twice
The sins on snow, man
feel I'm losin my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want
got yourself, caught up in some shit you can't handle
And you know I can't stand you, you're man too
This one time I'ma letta dog be a dog
But I'ma
it's day or night out
It's time to ride out
What you think we be bout
If you living that life you can't be scared to ride out
It's time to ride out
in the door so I could leave
Got outside, looked around, I’m no longer with Scoo B
This must be Nicaragua I can tell just by the trees
Found some caged
take it
Leave it
I don't shot dark
Racist
Fuck most man I'm done with the fake shit
Take this
Got that thing I'm an alien
Wanna be gone but me I can't
already
Want me to wait 'cause you ain't ready
Now we're both in our twenties
I'd date a man before I wait for a man
This ends here
'Cause I'll be
because
It's all that I really should
Be focusing on right now
In my life everything else is
Pointless compared to this
Book of cognitive planning
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
The black'll start to glow
The black
The dark will start to glow
I'm serious, man
This is, it might seem cringy as fuck, but actually do it
Now
Focus
I
the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's
life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's repossessed
Can't
eighty seven and bail,
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,
How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,
Won't be pullin' ah
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
were off to
Lead by The Man, in this journey
And it seemed like The King
Was the only one
Keeping a secret
The following events
Happened as sequenced
not supposed to be a race
We win together, don't you get it?
It's not a mystery
Its been happening since man started to record history!
"Veni, vidi,
it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
To my man
it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
To my man
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
get granted by a genie or a god
And I can't see to my future cause it's clouded by the fog
Grinding for the music, it can be the fucking hardest time
Stuck in your noodle
That's Maruchan Top Ramen
I'm all in
I got you redder than roses
Yo I'm dropping explosives
And I noticed this flow sticks up in your
take this rapping shit too serious
It's supposed to be about entertainment
I rap about how I'm living
I get off the drugs I hit the booth and tell you
a couple lessons just to come back and win
I know sometimes we all go through it and we can't understand
But everything will be good in the end
It's Mark
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