Lyrics:
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
fuck the outcome
I'm sick and tired of rappers dissin' bootleggers
Rap for the love, not for the papers, do me no favors
I'll rock live shows
School, I never had principles
Bought a rap blown like 5-0's
In front of pigs, stopped, they said
I'm hot headed, make thermometers pop
Not up to par, no
the the back
In four years I should go to the bank just for leisure and take out like five hundred racks
My mother told me it ain't no excuses no to make it cuz
thou shall not talk, (talk)
Thou shall not speak, (speak)
Thou shall bow in the presences of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit
down
You took my hand and never let go, then you gave me a crown
For you i'd pull a Van Gogh and cut off all the fakes
I swear I feel complete when you
justified it's
Not seen as a sin
They've been through too much stuff and
They're tired of this shit
They grew up rough sellin' drugs so
Their family could
I tagged it I lost it it was tragic I attempt to repeat in secret unmasked it I brought it out for all to see like it was classic like an old wooden
in
Back's against the wall
Haters talkin'
And they expect for me to fall
I'll forever win
No matter what I am a boss
I swear it's me against the world
Girl, we gon' get up on the flo'
And break it down, you know
Those other boys ain't right
They out of sight, not your type
What's good, baby
I'm
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
This summer time I balance out the hurt
I done put in work
Moving out I plot that by the first
Ima do the work
Just last summer a hunnid miles
really no secret I’d die for my cause
Humanity gripped by disease: in 2020 with death on the rise
Nothing but Kegare in our world leaders, I swear that
of sandbags drag the shield a meal the meaty hand grabs
I'm splitting hopes at your local Acropolis
Opulence in a cockpit not the pocket for them born with a ??
been broken
The bones in your closet
Once bore the skin of your fathers
Guess that means it's out of your hands
Or you're too tired, too tired
Yeah
Lot of broken hearts but I still won't change
They want to take me out but I still stay sane
I'm in it for the money I'm not in it for the fame
come the light now nigga they
Dead
Crack scarfs for my fucking glory
Talking shit up in my territory
Another day another world's sad story
Verse 2
dick for change by the Kroger like Coinstar
Like Lundy Boy, shit ain't funny, boy (Shit ain't funny, boy)
He'll gun you down for my money, boy (for your
Started out being raised by a single mother
A boy from a broken home i love my dear mama
I fell in love with music ever since
I heard tupac rapping
cut it out
You need to cut it out
Just let me figure it out
We stressing my blessing
Still waiting for my blessing Lord aw
My blessing Lord
My blessing
for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets
pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (hey!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets
chasing
Yea you need to humble up before you fall down on your face bitch
Come out fighting when my backs against the wall
Sacrifice my life for this dream
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