Lyrics:
be saved
The hard part's making sure it don't break into little sharp pieces that are hard to replace
Hard to find spare arteries these days
In
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
in 7-Eleven
Go double cup Wock' and then mix with a Perc' (yeah)
I might mix with an X, I might go leave the Earth
I'ma boot up with God, he said I
Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry
Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
told y'all?
Step by myself, I don't need not a friend
I'm walkin' around with FN's, hot bitch spill the Jeremy Lin
They can pay me in pesos, euros
walkin' by
Villain who are fly, with a gleam up in our eye. All we wanna do is get a mil, or we gon' die
Tryin' for our lives, cause we fightin' to survive
bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had 'em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her
365, 24-7, self-made
Not anybody blockin' my ways when I'm walkin' my lane
You ain't got keys to ride to open doors, I gave you mine for valet
What? You
Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry
Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
on the ground
You might just get up without your head
You looking for trouble and that's what you found
Take a long time look around tryin to find
These niggas
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I
comprehend
I was 17 years young back in '92
Facing 25 to life for something I didn't do
My song is supposed to be a big admission on my part
I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Till one punk got
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I
of neon light
Or a horse that's thrown a shoe and has a hiccup in its stride
Or a bucking bareback peeler on a seven-second ride
He's a two-step John
was younger
[Bahamadia]
Oppose for the nine, how no content sections of the earth
Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verse
My cells begin
a nympho
Hold it down for my whole city like they kinfolk
Money made n**** yeah I'm all about a dollar
Stackin all these bags just to have a money shower
speech
Cannot be reached
Don't teach A lesson
I'm so depressing
Somehow impressing
Got em all second guessing
Words are my weapon
Barred my way from Heaven
a restaurant menu...
Let me see!...let me see!
Not only do you get the desenex burger
What?
Not only...the desenex burger
Well you are in for a real treat,
1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance
know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
"that nigga so versatile!"
Nigga I must be going crazy
Vegas baby where they made me
Bringing the flavor to your ear
Impeccable, these vegetables gon'
I'm not a legend, I'm not a vet
Do not address me as second, I'm the best
You niggas always sleepin', I'd rather stay woke
They say you are what you
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