Lyrics:
We‘re all still breathing, but her answer will come
Days turn into nights What fortress could stop her great wrath?
Mother Gaia cries in pain
Look what we
Run around, I ain't never comin down
Triple shift, nigga that's 3hunnid rounds
Underground King shit still pounding
Sounding like a goat high as Yao
mind
just need my fi x then I’m fi ne, ‘least for a little while
[PRE-CHORUS: WILLEM]
motionless we’re moved
through the silence
by the cycle of the moon
Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch
was there when I took the money by the two fifty two and turned out my cousin
Said there he was there he knew that
Said there he was there
Said it was
just telling you the place where I got my ring, It’s the dream around my fingers that I won’t let go,
Even when the pressures on and I’m feeling low.
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred
ass
China still go ta' work like she be needin' the cash.
Got his name on 'er ankle, real impolite
I made it rain on 'er once an' bitch couldn't say,
Deep in the mountain of Harlan County
Employed by the Cumberland coal company
The pay is short, the days are long
But our labor union laws are coming
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate
I
around the block 'fore I find him (wait)
I found the beat, duckin' these crackers, I feel like Bin Laden
I wish that my bitches had better timin'
Some
superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches wanna know who we are, (are
the Dude]
Bitch, we some superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches
up with a silver string
Delivered by a fast train rearranging how I think
He said "I can't believe you even know that I exist,
I've got all of your
taller
I knew my reality was clearly defined
By the fences put up around my mind
I watched them thicken into walls over time
Taller than any boarder
about chaufferin him around
And can't wait to write about the Benz on his break
But this product's name is Masai Bey
And the ad was paid for by
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip
I loved him like the brother I never had
He was my go-to-guy on 3rd and 10, made me look good
Three o'clock in the morning and I'm still not home
Another night you're sleeping by yourself
I know you cry yourself to sleep every night because
around, see a cop get blast
Even the girls get stop by tax
Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today
We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks
Drop the CD,
cause allah put a whipping on him
Shorty was feared and respected
Known for slapping niggaz and stripping them
Make them walk around the projects but
to claim they thugs, but they really don't want to die
[Verse 2 - Loon]
Uh, yeah, uh
Now here's a story about another nigga by the name of Jermaine
This
Yeah
You betta learn what the game got to offer
Before you try to jump foot first in it
You gotta watch what you do around certain people
Gotta
we said "hi",
Three hundred and sixty five days have gone by now,
And I could paint of picture of you.
I see you every time I pass your locker,
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