Lyrics:
Mane I've been a victim of this criticism and this scrutiny
This life's so repetitious, I'm just tryna live it truthfully
You ain't beneficial it
nothing now
Excuse me dear, there's little kids on the tram
Yeah, it's fine I got a little kid here
Well have respect yeah, have respect
There's little boys
it's promise so I'm one with the force niggaz die everyday nature taken it's course
muthafucka
Cause when you live by the code you die by the code
Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning yall
Genius Snoop, genius stuff right there
Oh well, here we are
Got to power through it
I guess it could be worse
Where
watch
Pick it up turn to them they like what's that you got
Open my hand 9 years old It was my first crack rock
Let me get bop you don't know what you
got money for the toll there
Traffic backed up ahead of me, I see the road flares
School bus on my right, kids laughin' with brown and gold hair
just stay black
That's life when you living just for crumbs
Fast life niggas went and got the funds
That's right, niggas made the money
Saying fuck them
You're right
You wanna know when it happened?
Last night
Oh you really got a problem
Let's fight
The rap game Is in debt to me
I'm the reason you make less
Ayo one, one, two, two, two
It's after midnight, rocking Midnight Studios
Fuck her raw, got my wrist right
Brick-white Patek, spray jager, put
the old days is the old days and new ones looking up for me
To the real ones who stuck with me, til I took my craft and got it mastered right (Yah)
Cause
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
to the people
You could take it all back, Cut the progress
But it won't matter, I could start back from zero
I got caught cursing by a church attendee
Looking
But I ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers, I'll just shoot it at your dame
Y'all never should have threw me in the game
Found a new word for weed,
to kick down them doors
We used to post at the stores
I'm still at the door when it close
You got it we wiping ya nose yeah
He typing I seen him he froze up
what we could (In yo' block)
You niggaz ain't stop (In my block)
[Vinnie Paz talking during chorus]
I got the SOUND RIGHT REASONING OF MALACHI YORK
was Range Rovers
On the block politicking with brain blowers
Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can't show it
We live and die for the fame
Got cheated on the deal and that's real life stuff,
You live and you learn, you earn by being burned,
The knowledge that sometimes there's no give
bad?
Or Is it my fault?
Life I live and shit I talk
Hoes I hit and the whips I park
When I did that bit they forget that part
And it's all so cold where
Girl, you got me floating in confusion
This must be an optical illusion
It's been six whole months, you've been hitting my line
Reminiscing, got me
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
to live mine umm right now
This is the way I think it should be you know
For those of y'all that don't know I'm off Universal
I finally got away from all
over bitches I'm past that
Put it in her cat, not fucking her ass crack
Coochie got a beard but it look like a grass patch
Call of Duty fade? You won't
welcomes new comers
Come on I grabbed her by the wrist and went on
Forget the bus you look like you like the loud type
The fist in the air the fat black
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