Lyrics:
set
I am overwhelmed with grace
If I were to make a poker bet
You'd be my trial of ACE
There's a lot of baggage that
I'm carrying on my shoulder
Shit,
say, I'm fine, I'm just tired, and that's all I ever told her
How many steps to the locked door
How many sets till my sophomore
How many breaths till
to pull the rug, things change that's tough, guess it ain't what it was
Fed up I had enough, it's a weird sorta feeling, like getting hit by a bus
What
overlooked
I was sober once, but now i'm on a path
Close enough, my life was looking rough
With a loaded gun instead of my raps
I changed, life's a game, no I
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
done laid low for a while, they can't be that upset (hey)
Niggas lost all my respect, they can't be that upset (uh-uh)
Niggas point fingers at Set
that one's for the
Books, for sure yeah, finally just working
With those two dudes was just crazy!
I remember playing it for
Travis and Lionel, and we
then something happened and he changed almost overnight
He called and texted me sounding amped up and delirious
He was spouting all kinds of crazy
on this rapper weed it feel like i cant get enough
Sittin by myself high as hell wit my shades on
I aint got no game still tried to cut the game on
I was
goin crazy makin me insane
I'm down like a burrow cincinnati bengal
And always on point acute triangle
Livin by the law lieutenant dangle
This beat is
hold
A year passes by and Francis the Bruce, visits with his acoustic guitar
The year after that, a colour set; times worthy of B, G and R
Mull
a rhyme
All I seen was 13 ghosts every
Time I wrote a crazy line
All these 12 bars in my verses
That's what Notorious and Pac arrived
God dammit I spit just
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice?
don't want drama cause I'ma tear that ass out the frame
I was born insane and surrounded by the drug game
It ain't a damn thing changed, I still chill
crazy
Imagine if we were exclusive, don’t know how to talk to a nigga
Just lower your tone for better acoustics
I’m over it, I’m through
Don’t have
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Ouaye, this that ouaye)
I know im driving you crazy
I know im driving you crazy
But Fuck with a real nigga baby
Fuck with
face so I gashed that
Got a couple scars from the asphalt ass flat, on the ground
I'm smoking loud I'm crazy
They like, "how did mike get so amazing?" (I
the hood, you dig
(that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set, Eastside (come on!), lets ride
[Verse 1]
They got me livin' like (what!),I ain't worried 'bout
I'll prolly' die by thirty five if that's the case
Me and my niggas in a race dawg'
First to touch a milli milli gotta set the pace dawg'
Missing off
and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now
and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now
the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggas don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star
out you was playing acoustics
Now im on top
Got my own spot
Fly like Aladdin I want it I cop
Yeah
I turnt it up a whole lot
Yeah
Giving it all that I
dont know how much that take
Im here in spirit baby girl by the time you learn that its too late
I dont rush the paper, let it burn, let auto pilot set
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