Lyrics:
and lotta depression
Father's son I'm next in succession
Rap was a hobby now it's an obsession
Only way I can curb alla my stressing
Is to shine bright
to your cry
When you need me I will arrive
Dry all your tears with lullabys
But I will never be that guy
I'm just the one whose passing by
The ones who
don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna cause a fuss
I don't wanna talk about it, people always talk about it
Whose side are you on
Wish I could turn it
appreciate it
I thought you were absolutely fantastic
Uhh, Viddal Riley is my main trainer and he's
Taught me from the beginning and he's insane
I think he's
a Phoenix
Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius
Knowing I'm sowing seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest
If I said it, I mean it
Time will tell I put my heart and soul through this music
This is for the kids whose parents tell them that they're useless
Praying to the lord cause
tongue gamblers
Listen to my tale
It won't take long, to sing you my song
Full of trouble and despair
So fair thee well, you troubadours
Whose pockets
Night must be superb, masses ended
Over there, he who should learn me
Any moot that serves by night's sworn music
I wish it would slowly show
All for my
shots just up the block
By a kid whose head is hard as a rock
A lady with a baby who was crossing the street
Gets hit by a bullet and falls off her feet
fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But
1, 2, 1, 2, 3
There is a park that is known
4 the face it attracts
colorful people whose hair
On 1 side is swept back
The smile on their faces
It
the driveway
Notice my gas tank's on E again
Well, of course it is
Guess I probably should stop at the gas station
So I take a right, pull up to the pump
the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,
a young Spinderella
Start my own Rockafella
For this is not a dynasty
This is an empire
Rothschild we in the house tonight
Sorry, love, I can't get up in
has happened to your son
Hyacinthus is lying dead!
OEBALUS:
Woe is me! O too sad news!
How did he die?
ZEPHYRUS:
He was struck by a discus, and fell
Whose picture's in the hallway, 18 and graduating
Did you ever make those dreams come true
Or is the kid still waiting
Is the kid still waiting
Is the kid
all these lights and cameras
Uh, but look what that shit did to Hammer
Uh, goddammit I like it
Bright lights is enticing
But look what it did
to stay that way is coward
I got into this shit to embrace the change from out it
I used to laugh at people who I thought was punks
How the fuck is you man
Through the brick trainyard
I'd puff the Voodoo teaching gremlins
Stickball with it's safeguard
I'm not a social tragedy
But flirting with pariah
Whose
don’t like it
Never thought I ever would, now I’m dancing round a quarter life crisis
I was a child of the 90s, right in my prime
And now I’m a guy whose
famons and the crazy crimes
Inflation of the nation, it bothers me
I better go gold, to pay the taxes
Gotta be swift society
The man whose made is
fountain pen
Could put you on a plane by ten
And by the way, your next of kin
I know which house she's hiding in
So now that you know whose skin
lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way
His poor essence, under the truth
love and heart polish
need that tongue ready on full clip
Drive bys between my thighs
Look in my eyes my soul slipping
Who did it you did it
Whose is it let's not start
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