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And in my numb became the gun that pieces homes
Or keeps from whole
By putting holes in peace we prayed
Preyed by beasts with fangs
Who make you
to finish this race
I don't have space
I'd rather keep my heart in a case 'cause if I show my emotions to these other kids I'll Be Treated different
They
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You said it folks this guys clever
He got extra dope rhymes and punch lines forever
His stuff
my time gone
I had to show, that you part of my heart
And it really hurt, when they split us apart
All I know is I still remember, I've been repping
and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star,
missin' Like the kids on the carton of milk
Hey, I can snatch something bad outta the hood
And bring 'em back to the pad out by the woods
You know
And not the inside
Ya got to analyze what's right in front of your eyes!!!
[Chorus]
[PSC]
Got tricked by the smoke and the screen it seems
Hollywood ain't
by won't
You show me where to get them bellyaches
Or I'll here like pharaohs
Forever on my own
(Young P) ayo daddy show these mothafucka's
How we do it
P, P, P, P p, P, P, P
Who holding down NYC huh? P, P, P, P
Yeah, listen
It don't matter
happiness, forever
That's why I need u to come and make everything
Better
So baby get to know me, show me and hold me
Be here for me girl, and never leave
a socialite
Michael liked the kids too much
Cosby on that sleepy sex
Usher passin' herpes 'round, Miller passed
What's next? Roseanne got her show pulled
Paris
when time stopped.
Garcia does something that makes me forget about those car speakers forever. Garcia, a genius, grabs me by the arm and he walks me out
sense defense
Is only thing I know
I put some walls around me
And try not to show that I'm just a kid
With a blurry mind tryina find something
Left behind
take it away
I want a house by the lake
My account fulla cakes
Super models that'll kid
Be my spouse for the day
Out to get paid, I got a motivated
Even on my bad days, you forever my lady
If I fell off tomorrow, you would still love me
Traumatized by the game, so I'm still thuggin'
This money
Word up yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know what it is what up kid
Yo aight look, check it, it's going down
You know how I go wu Tang forever
Parazitii no
to find my mind
I don't want to talk to some screamo kid about how much he digs Sublime
I'm dying in a club that's pumping ACME through its P.A.
Forever
not the everyday herb
Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
Fuck a pro-noun, I get down for my crown
Pass the three-pound, show it
Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids
Stereotyping the image of the images and this is what the image is
You buy khaki pants
warned about the gift that he's got
And the kind of things he sees
Me? Well I got a few tricks up my sleeve
I was waiting for him to show his hand
Till I
pregnant
I was hopin' one day me and you could have a kid, for real
Seen you rock the Carti', know you really worth a Richard Mille
We was in the condo,
seen backstage at a show.
She noticed me got my front page in a row.
I'm tryin' not to answer I'm knowin' I can always get that dancer.
I told her I was
shekinah
May we from thee never be severed
I'll sing praise to your name forever
El Elyon far beyond yet close by
Nobody does it like God the most high
if we could last together, forever
Gave you time and then you told me that you want me to go
Could I make it up to you?
Guess I'll never know
I
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