Lyrics:
a toe-tag
When I was three years old, I done known that
[Supreme see - Verse 2]
And yo the game got a nigga fucked up
I don't know who to trust, but I know
Six years ago, the wolf was born
His mind developed, hate and scorn
Ripped and torn, between expressing
Screams or howls
Life or death
Over
appetite for risk
You could say that's an immigrant thing
Big house, good pay, that's the immigrant dream
25 years old, was supposed to have a
Six figure job
jam for me da go with the flow, damn
You have a goal & no plan? {when I was young}
That's me hearing my old man
Who had it harder than Conan {I'm
It started off wack
But in the words of a ten year old, my shit was getting phatter
I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill
Not knowing how the booth
the public
But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake
By all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
I was fifteen years old when I first ran away from home I had six beers inside me, a skateboard, and one set of clothes I was never gonna last long
Nazi war crimes.
Yes the power was there, the power was found,
Six million people have heard that same sound
That old knock on the door, knock
later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
Instruct him out tha court said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location
to live in this little one horse town
I guess about six or maybe it was seven years ago
I told my wife when I left here that I'd be coming back in style
Ha
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
You look around and nothing nothing
Ehn ehn nothing nothing
35 years old and still searching
For that special person that will be your everything
Your
Years I'm doing this
I'm gonna Testify of The Prophet Joseph Smith
Quick wake up by Six
Weak but I'm studying
Soon hitting the street teaching in all
Winter's cold is growing old, I need a break
It's too much to take
I sure do miss the lake
A new bike ordered, I'm looking forward to the spring
Oh
though you
Keep thinking you see
A ton of fishes in the sea
Six years just fallin all around
Fighting for not
Losing my ground
Please dear, Don't dare
questions asked this ain't no mystery
No scooby doo, we meddling with sticks
From da 5, but we robbing niggas inda 6
It's da slimiest time of the year
You
back
1981 before the crack attack
I used to let the Old English 800 suds bubble
In the last car of the Franklin Avenue shuttle
Brooklyn, no doubt,
cause I calculated the math of our birthdates
And I had a head start out of the start gate, two years plus eighty-six days, but that all went to waste
Oh,
What is America built off of?
(Violence and entrepreneurship)
So if you had to tell another six year old
Like yourself what to look out for
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
and a slanted grin
At six years old, I thought he was 10 feet tall
A Leachville farmer 'fore he came to these hills
With calloused hands and an iron will
Eeked
for the past six years
One of these days I'll be in my room
Drinking Sweat from my forehead under every moon
All my friends will be at home eating
stands about six foot four
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Jr Jr anymore
Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way
But old Tex Ritter rode
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