Lyrics:
I don’t feel quite the same when you are away
And now that I’m thinking I realize you’ve been gone for days
Down at the arcade there’s lovers
the streets I won't ever think twice no
Superman in overtime
Low key clark kent there's no free time even me time
Everyday I'm coming close
Living stories
You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet
I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street
Fuck around leave you slumped in your
goose straight with the hittin' lemon
Balls on the street getting bigger bet you wish you had a similar lemon
Or side rubbers in 'em see fields down
as fuck
Whole Foods in the hood just started opening up
Copious smoke coming out, blunt is the dope rolling up
Sugarcoats just a faux pride, know
We fly high, no lie (you hear that?), you know this (ballin')
Foreign rides (yes sir) outside, it's like showbiz (we in da builidin')
We stay fly,
We fly high, no lie (you hear that?), you know this (ballin')
Foreign rides (yes sir) outside, it's like showbiz (we in da builidin')
We stay fly,
Yeah, yeah
9, 10, 11, 12
Yo, usually we do it like this
The Suspects Scapegoat Wax
Uh, coming through like a T Rex
Check, check, yo, yo
MC's smack
It's a new day
Wasting away
Nothing to lose my friend
By the street lamp
Watching them move
On to the bus again
You're the old school
Jesus lived in a ramshackle shack
With a fat New Orleans junkie
Charismatic solo lonesome some say
He was born plain lucky
Cruise the streets
Different Strokes like Willis and Arnold
Now, Mr. Drummond see me coming but
Watch your wife, for my dick'll be running a patch like
Slick Rick, thought I
I remember sky it was blue as ink
Or at least I think i remember sky
I remember snow soft as feathers
Sharp as thumbtacks coming down like lint
jack, they whack
Get down on your lay flat
Careful where you try'na take that
Still picking up lines by the fist
Sixth time, you don't play that
to a band you don't know
When you know all the streets like the lines on your face
You may discover you feel you have nothing to say
And no one wants
vicious
Calm me down, hold me back
Light the blunt, and let me hit it,
Before this 'rat get smacked
It's like me and Grundy, can spot a chicken coming
taller
I knew my reality was clearly defined
By the fences put up around my mind
I watched them thicken into walls over time
Taller than any boarder
Innocent I was born a queen
Woke to life I thought it was a dream
I was lying in the gutter when a hand unseen
Poured down the sun on New York
nigga gone ride for you
Loyal as can be
If i ain’t in da studio
I’m somewhere in dese streets
I told you that I’m workin
Please believe me ion cheat
I’m
the night's over with a blink
Brand new g class out on the street
I bought from the dealer sometime last week
I take it out for a test spinn smokin weed
Two
captivated by his mystique
Flow dumb as Jim Carrey with the chipped teeth
Intrigue went from pip-squeak to the big chief
Switch speeds only hit streets to grim
like that
Bouncing overseas I’m world touring
Speedin down the street this shit foreign
Still drippin icy my wrist pouring
My bounce is money your bounce
bitches be lickin my face
Them bitches be down with the tape
All of them bitches be diggin in crates, ay
Stick to dealin, figured fuck a deal
Ain't appealin
keep the piece, G be da reason
Keep piecing out Gs previously I was creeping down streets reaching for that heat
My team deep. Legion.
Friends in
The mom then to the streets
To meet da mob
Chewed me up spit me out corn on a Cob now all I got is stories stories full
Of the sobs
I kept you clean for you
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