Lyrics:
back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your team's shook
Y'all feel the wrath
the way we do yeah
I'm back on my grind
Clocked out this album I don't need more time
Had to go push it cause I'm getting mine
They wanna stop me they
Chris: You're makin' up excuses
Asking me to leave
Is it over you and me?
Been waiting here for hours
You don't return my calls
I wonder if you care
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
Give me a sign
Give me a reason to hold on
I?m holding on
What is a life
A series of moments all in a line
Just passing by
And so I lay here awake
Have the mic facing me
I'm talkin to my…
Yeah have the mic facing me
At Ruth Chris wit some nice slacks
ViP gang hellcat 4 lanes in the skat pack
New
track
I laid them down from front to back
Even though ya'll know me
Some of ya'll will still ask
Did you sample that
Now you know I'm proud of that
I hope
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,
that I would make a killing
I told y'all I blow like Mount St. Helen's
I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain
Sick on paper,
in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat, by my
the room
Make it storm like monsoon
Album coming soon
Coming soon
Album coming soon
It's LightPo
Pop back wit' it
Bitch you know that I'm wit' it
Real shit,
this story
I mean, it is a story about me
'Bout how I came up, then fell down
And then, I found peace
To set the scene, I arrived age seventeen
I
takin a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides I do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants
Leave me alone, leave
were to die somehow, but let's not make this negative
I just want to say that this album is dedicated to you
It sounds really weird for me to say this
to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x)
Now back to the subject, my boy mc
Whatever you say, you can?t rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
my life to run on a different track
All I do is hit record I never listen back
Too much time in the mirror trust me that shit is whack
I'll be the one
Corral, to Ruth Chris, playa, just like that
9.99 specials, too 99.99
You dig, we Rich by heart, playa
That's what I'm saying
So what's up, so you getting
See not long back when I was seventeen
When I walk in the jam
Suckers look at me mean
They wouldn't give me respect
Told girls I was wack
Pin your diva to the mat like a wrestlin' match and don't text her back
I only want top, don't hit me up just to chat
I'm playing chess with rap but
No we can't compare
You not here
Nor there
Check new tone
My hair
Them 6's
They rare
The OG's
The air
Chris Roth
The shades
They white like
Kobain's
but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
Look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners
And you know it's like
Me making this album
It was just me, like
Tryna escape the box that I was in at the time as much as possible
You know, so
many artists that have a bad first album, but their next one gets better. I hope this happened for me.
All my broken dreams hanging by a noose
Just
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