Lyrics:
Tossing and turning
My head is banging like a Megadeth album
Knowing the outcome
Know I've never been a chum
Fear morphing into uncontrollable tears
Why am
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Your over here
Live at 105 in the sky
We got Dionn! In the office
Dionn say a couple words"
"Yoyoyo whats up"
wonder, how deep is the sea, live long enough just to see
The floors of my ocean, to be frank
Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients
Fashionably late
sharks you hear the sirens
You walkin' corpses, we was fine
But you had to change our mind
Now our numbers up up by 9
dial 1 1, hope you die
Call em
it, then the fans would come
But 'Field Of Dreams' was proven wrong after my first album
Since a yout I've seen the vision of me on the stage
But
naive back then, was full of dreams back then
Makes me think back when, I felt ambition hit
Crazy how shit changes prolly vanished with my innocence
But
You're free to offer objections
Junior at the end of my name, my father professed it
Murder Mountain and this album is like sophomore and freshman
So many
and then I break it in
Until I hit the bottom, and start it all again
Until I see the future, and spread my dividends
Whoever told me I won't snap is so
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)
Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I'm
a grown man now
Relearning learning that each level of life has a new fucking door
And by my own accord, I'm chasing the money
I saw the fam again, flooding
dash board
This shit is too fun swear I'm never getting bored
I just load a beat with my notes then record
If you Live by the gun I might die by
shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our
that I'm chefin' think that I'm Creole
I live by the code but that code isn't the penal
It isn't worth risking unless the business is legal
My boy's
And its like its like
What does it gain a man the whole world
But like but like to lose his soul
I real live made a dumb mistake snuck out
How you
production was cheap
I was silent dude didn't have a voice to speak
Ignorant bliss still live by that shit
Rather rest my mind than get stuck inside it
My
it seems
Get it how you live and album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother fucking bada
I was conceived under
They probably'll banish me for spittin in how I'm live it
But I'm still with my tongue out - flickin it like a lizard
Bubba like chicken gizzards; fried
its like hoa
That lil nigga boosie he ride on chrome,
That lil nigga boosie he get his shine on
Im to real for tv but now I live on tv,
aint
the world and heard a hundred years of platitudes
My calendar is missing brake calipers
Two albums in a year and still got one up in the canister
Write
not tryna make hits, I'm just tryna live
And that bothers them like it bothers men
When it's more than that but I call us friends
Terrified to get hurt
albums
Underrated like Don Cheadle it's
Don P though classical like Sinatra and
Hendrix we're endless
Black mafia hit's that Mobb Deep shit
Gets deeper
Barbarian bars, leavin' caesarean scars
All these wack ass albums
They comparing to ours
Statik and Ran, im just a savage with grams
We hit the block hard
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
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