Lyrics:
earthquakes.
Mulhollands's on fire,
And my cig' started it.
'92 should have burnt this fucker down,
We're here to finish it.
I'm not impressed by much
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
What do we own? Not
away from that gun
No it's not a joke it's cards on the table time
I could have phoned I could have spoke
But how to break the news without beaking your
dated for years
Happened to me
At
8:51 seen
8:51 seen
Yeah
Yeah
8:51 seen
Clap, end scene
That's a short movie
Second take
I'm just the understudy
Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game
You just perpetrating from the side line
What it feel like? (Huh)
Metaphor game too silly
Punch lines way too silly
Now, no land is beyond my claim when the land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
Why, you
survive
All our homies livin' short lives, I couldn't cry
Told my mama if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket
Let me get my dead homies high
Come
That's not your job
Now you dead up in the dirt, right? 'Cause that badge is the mob
A big blue gang, how do problems get solved?
By incendiary devices,
a dive from not following our first mind
I was getting in the mail through UPS
If I tell you I'm a stay away from Juliet
I'ma lie
Everybody around
of the people
Trying to make my life
Go by in a flash
Just let me live my youth yeah
Just let me live my youth yeah
Let me live my truth
I'm not what society
brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the jooks you woulda thought I was from Brooklyn
It gets boring just
at the gate of Hades
By the Guardian of the Lost Souls,
The Keeper of the Unavenged
And He did say to him:
"Let you not pass abandon return to the world
a dream,
I know just how it's gonna feel
Like not to be alive anymore
I'll be dead by Xmas now anyway,
Tell me will you remember me that day
When
I'm sayin'
Dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
See di man dem 'pon di corner 'pon cocked ready to draw
When dem face in-front of Jah
just how it's gonna feel
Like not to be alive anymore
I'll be dead by X-mas now anyway
Tell me will you remember me that day
When you've found a new one
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
false move
And
I gotta dead
Her
She said
I change her
Scenery
She said she
Never leaving
Me
Hide and seek
On a beach
Out in Greece
Yeah
Got the geese
By
I'm still here
Wantin to see I to dead and rot
None ah dem cyar come stab inna the back
Cyar get caught by your wolf pack
Different sort Rasta cyar
jumpin like Donkey Kong
We could get it thumpin' like bum-ba-bum
Travel the way of the gun, come on, see-come on
No, I'm not only beggin' I'm eggin' you
We live by that cash talk
I'm riding in Nascar baby
I'm tearing up that asphalt
They know not to play with us, baby
We strapped like the Blackhawks
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
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