Lyrics:
zona, yo me hago un experto
Aun no pasan las horas y seguimos atrapaos en la habiTAción del tiempo
[Verso Chill]
Mírame, bésame, look at me, ponte asi
"We'd like to sing a children's song for you now, that's unique.
It's the only children's song that we've ever encountered
That contains all
when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever
That's why I gotta come home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it
you're wonderin' why
We call this shit four deep when only three niggas creep
Cause the fourth nigga is a glock nine And he's guaranteed to stay right
(I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it)
Yo
Y'all better wake up, you think we don't see y'all driftin'?
Sleepin'
platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
if you ever need a place to stay"
"Well, alright
Y'all" "Brothers and sisters"
"But if you ever need a place to stay"
"Well, alright
Y'all" "Brothers
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
homeplace where I grew up of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs my shoes they were full of holes
I used to walk four miles to school
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad, that's probably why y'all mad
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad,
maybe, I'm the GOAT
With Big Sean and BabyTron, and that's why they be on the shit they be on, 'cause (ugh)
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see,
our veins is the same
My mama left you and maybe your anger's to blame
But that's no excuse, only you and God know the truth
And why you only call
you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? Ain't it
our veins is the same
My mama left you and maybe your anger's to blame
But that's no excuse, only you and God know the truth
And why you only call
suit and take her parasailin'
Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady for?
Why you make her read eighty-four bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim
Now I hop out the four by
Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
With raw moves in a time where
paint dry
Amazed by the limelight
I can't ever be afraid
I assumed there was only room for
My dreams in my dreams so I'd sleep
And repeat 'til the moon
breath to claim my designs (it's mine)
And the day I die, let a G4 fly
And dump my ashes over N.Y.
[Chorus]
Y'all know my name, y'all know my
you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand ain't it
Four o'clock, I've been walkin' all night
It's the time I always think of you
If you could only see through my eyes
Then you'd know just what I'm
dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
goes one (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)
Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor)
So raw shit the most raw you ever saw
Quarter
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