Lyrics:
Pussy boy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Payton Manning
I'm a street
x2]
Now understand, what I say
This year, no mistakes
Got here, no fate
Paid dues, won't wait
Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more
Just
What's today's Sunz-ematics?
Date of birth, '92, the first group out of the Wu
Ten years, paid our dues, of writin' these jewels
A "soldier" in
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]
[verse four]
Niggers want to know about me and the......
We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago
But there's
fold
Me and Bill Clinton want to bust in those on homeless 14 years old (she's young)
Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies
Tie you up and beat you
up my drunk a lot high
You get the drunk talk, dick feelin right, right, right
All I need is X.O. to set me in
Bitch I don't need yo pussy fought by
You don't want to, see me.
Y'all don't really wanna test me.
M-O-N-O....X-I-D-E
You don't want to, see me.
Y'all don't really wanna test me.
I don't ever wanna go back
I broke that time machine
We can fall together
But i know they won't be down with me
We can ball together
I just hope she
a new perspective on a weird year
And one day when I'm better we can square away a fair share
The last frame silhouetted by the sun
Was an air mail stamp
frame silhouetted by the sun
Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house
With a washer
Pull 'em up
Screw the cops
Fill my cup
Hold my breath
10 Years in the game you still fucken average
50 Seconds all in I'm all that's coverage
You
ever told to kneel, and bury your head
While a short Italian man threw garbage to the seagulls?
How much do you expect to be earning in five years
Is
Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented
Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
Mercedes rule and a rented Lear
Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented
and blizzards
And sit back as Johnny Blaze
Takes you on a ride to the upper side
Piece of the Wu Tang family
Ten years strong, forty for your albums sold
I'm out to get ya, hit ya, and take the picture
Post you up on the Internet dot com
Lil' baby got the bomb
[Hook x2: E-40, be -Legit]
Why you
[Chorus: x16]
I still walk through the hood by motherf***ing myself
And if I have some beef n**** I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a n****
Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July
I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky
Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it
Ayo, it's been one hell of a couple years, emotions got me in tears
Still can't believe that I'm fightin' through my career
My life has been so
how dare I
Reference years four times throughout
This album
Weird
I'm still hung up on someone
Who's been done
Since Drake's more life went
Number
by mistakes, I think the devil out to get me
Ten in my pocket ain't have me enough to get lemonade and a fish plate
Ain't f** with you got b** ways
If
of coming to LA
And doing shit, and a year later
Here I am, seventeen
And the kid's in LA, doing shit
By the time you hear this
I'm eighteen now
My
I mean)
I make $300,000 annual (Every year)
I treat the album like a how-to manual, I'm like (Type shit)
I'm talking like I got nothing to lose (Had
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