Lyrics:
what turned his dream into a nightmare
Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary."
He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody
Maybe if we
meant it
Everything from riches and the [bleep], broken hearts and the stitches
I don't have regrets, so what's the point in tryna fix it?
I live by one
to give your family your time
If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you
offense taken, I'm just racin', the savior of man
Crucifix, positive, addition, it's all the same
Given that getting head is cool, but what is it if you
got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back
sell on the cell phone
How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will
rolling out of bed at twelve P.M.
On the weekdays
Never meant to leave you alone
Just never knew when to check in
And I am sorry for the loss
'Cuz you
got to fight the powers that be)
Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple
for coming in so what's
The story behind all
Of a sudden we're seeing you in front of
Us? Because you haven't done a
Whole lot of these
Kinds
you knew the scoop
And your savior was a rhyme and a beat and a rap group
A modern day production of the city street
You said I didn't have it that I
it's meant to be
Can't express what that meant for me, what it mean to me
Man, I swear the shit like a dream to me, what it seemed to be
It's so
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
wanna be
My niggas all on top, it's what I wanna see
My kids in the mansion, it got a hundred rooms
Playin' hide and seek for weeks, what you wanna do?
Obama in the office
And he looked me in my face
And said I'm destined for fame
Told him I do music, he
Like, "Whatever you do, do it
And don't blink,
And said fuck it I'mma steal this land
Everybody wanna tell me what I am, what I am not
You ain't black, you a mothafuckin' white boy
Shut ya mouth, do
my son, just where the ink's at
Up on the top I pop and drop, you feel
So low you go for Joe you know, what the deal
I might just strike tonight,
things, can you dig it?
(What's up?)
Hopin' outta 4 doors
(What you mean?)
Sittin' low in low-low's
Never fuck with, no I don't know hoes
For sho'
Them into bed at night
So, I guess I'll love you for me
With bloody bones and scratch eyes
And the Boogerman, right? (yeah, I heard)
But I like to do
dare say 'Look at you, man
Blowin' your stack like that'
I hadn't been taught the word 'hypocrite' yet
But I already knew what it meant
This is
and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be
music, I'm held back by what's outside. I'm not at all what you pictured, once again Ill be cast aside I was there, I saw what you did. you're not grasping
She told me not
To follow her down here
Said he was crazy about her
I guess I didn't know
What that meant
Just knew I couldn't do without her
happiness or what it really meant
Until my baby turned to me and said
Do you want sugar in your coffee honey on your toast
Or baby would you rather that I
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