Lyrics:
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
A voice cries from
to the same fight
They got us suspecting a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord
Lord, you left me stranded and I don't know why
Told me
to drift from the hood
For a second at least, I'm resurrecting the peace
Pipes that Indians used to light, we called it Chief, right?
Stepping
secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down
So you're on the path of the starving artist
But at the heart, well
started flowin' as they reached for my hand
I said, "Thank you for bringin' me to the Promised Land
But now I must go, say goodbye to everybody
Tonight
put you on to me, A plus pussy worth a B, nigga, uh
You niggas ain't worth no B, fuck outta here
I keep dyin' in my dreams, but life's great when I
Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but B.K. Is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought
they was dealt
Me, myself, I got some issues; I ain't dealin' with yours
Everybody got they own drama, rich or they poor
They gave me the 25 with
a good day
Surrounded by people that love me
Don't want nothing from me but my happiness
Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
Scrolling so
Day we arrived we jumped the broom
Me and my man in that dusty room
Side by side, can't see to can't see
'Til one week later they took him from me
the same team
But now I’m saving dreams
Reality but I’m still me
Ain't no changing me
Still fuck with the same niggas
I grew up with
Still thug with
though I don't like dinners
Don't be confused by my image, I'm no fuckin' public pin-up
But my heart won't let me say no to a picture
[Chorus]
Uh,
home
(to my old school down in delray) (where you at?)
c'mon and take me home
what up everybody I'm here chillin with samantha
"HI GUYS!"
and I bet
popped, by the group home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss
a plug and then got on (uh)
I could have made my brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home
Niggas from the sandbox turn into your rival (damn)
fake
I’m not a Rolly with a tick tock
Atlanta repper in the home of the Yankee
Rose wood suit on with the hanky
I got rich from the zones of the stanky
a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I
a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I
a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I
of a professional, skip school, create my own lessons
Confessions of a mad rapper, music's got me wrapped up
Green stretching only leads to red stretchers
He's next in
started flowin' as they reached for my hand
I said, "Thank you for bringin' me to the Promised Land
But now I must go, say goodbye to everybody
Tonight
is a vital part of you and me
Some would have us bow
In bondage to their dreams
Of little gods who lay down laws to live by
But all these
And You Fellas Who Don't Know My Game
Yes I'm Called The Prnce of Soul
But Others Call Me The Kid Creole
The MC Delight, Young Ladies Bite
When I'm
long
So So Def, but made it tight
Then went from a DJ to an MC
To the are-E-V like overnight
Everybody lookin, players get shook when
Rev. Run walk
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