Lyrics:
never be an issue back in my day
Back then, if you had a nickel you were good
Let me tell you a little
Story about my childhood
Sounds nice, Grandpa, but
they'll always go ahead for you
Giddyup
Hey there, nice to meet you, what's your name and where you from?
Tell me something bout yourself and what you like
have lost my mind
Wasn't me who wasn't hard to find
Six strings on my back always lookin'’ for the next track
Thinking bout the old hood always up
closer to my Dogs
Yeah yeah
Mama left me on the corner by Myself yeah
Grandpa saw me on the corner By myself yeah
He called my old boy and
Talking bout
monkey do
I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too
African gold dentals, iced out medals
I seen niggas get murked by the heels
Because in this room, on this day
The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh!
The gift of life really means a lot
And in the ghetto your life is
damn, look what done walked in
Pumps and a bump, breath smellin like gin
Baby, you look good with that blue dress on
Maybe some day me and you can be
dresser drawers and cupboards
Start me over
Life seems so much slower
With your toothbrush by the mirror
Can I make it any clearer?
And I just might say it
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah,
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with
you know
Ridin' rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
Puttin' cheese in the stash, un-taxable
nope I ain't with it
They'll push me on the street and say
(yo Jeff how bout a ticket man)
To your very next show
But I say no
And I tell them where
Tell Him where we at (believe)
Had the water rain pure and ain't good for the drinking
Don't fix me a plate if you know I can't it
Seeing people dead
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah,
Because in this room, on this day
The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh!
The gift of life really means a lot
And in the ghetto your life is
get ya drama like the DJ (that's right)
Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys, to Beamer
Let me tell you this old story,
bout the wise man by the sea,
In the cove of the dead corpses,
on a rock, always sitting,
by the sea.
In the cove
shawty, I need a freak"
Do some secrets to you, you do some secrets to me
I won't tell nobody, remind me of Yaris
Peep the oven and foreign, shawty ride
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
cut the lights off, please
I don't want you to look at me
I paint my nails black
If I ever look happy, then it's an act
Every day is an anxiety
wishing lady
And I'm wishing
Day by day
Tell me it's okay
Hold me in your arms
And show me
There's really a way
Day by day
Tell me it's okay
Hold me in
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