Lyrics:
time and
You're just being a nuisance
And you knew this
Long before you came up toting
Your three-song cassette demo
Enthusiastics on promote
Showboating
It's the consequence for writing in
Booths inviting the truth
I define my life inside of
My borough blinded by proof
That I was meant to do what the
Fuck
the top.
Oh, like I mean it?
This time I’ll mean it.
1,2,3,4!
If I could imagine a life for us after today
I’d stifle the anger, I’d harness the pain
I’d
[Verse 1]
Even though they hate 'em
Even though when a nigga try ta' make a come up
It's another nigga waitin' just to run up
Though they sellin' rocks
not with you? (alright)
It's like three in the mornin, she just stoppin through
As she walks in, her trenchcoat was droppin too
Light-skinned, long
another cat get his money.
Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone.
(Havin money havin money)
Word life. (Havin money)
[La the Darkman]
And still, feel lower than a slow three-quarter time
So now I'm one slow dance from putting you behind me
Or just a waltz away from finding someone new
Oh it
show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood
As it is in yourz
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by
a death grip
But the purse ain't what I want so don't trip
I know she saw me when she started walking faster
I grabbed the glock and I was just about
reached the summer range
With those old dry lightnin' nimbus clouds just circlin' so strange
The lightnin' and the wind passed by the Meadow's upper end
gotta, we gotta, we gotta
Steal the show
We gotta, we gotta, we gotta
Steal the show
If they don't put us on the radio, don't get mad just steal
tea
They get comfortable
Judgemental, I guess that's how
They raised us
They had PTs, we just wanted trainers
They want 3D
When we've been watching
nigga
It's back to the block" ("Fuck that!")
Baby like, "Naw don't freak, it's just a game
We did this last time
It's the same ol' thang" ("Shit")
She
The strength of a monster
Forget starting line up when
I'm the whole roster
Y'all have Reasonable Doubt for
What I'm 'bout
Just lemme Renegade these beats then
game, just like Jumanji, alright
Put another clip in the fye
Shoot it like Spike
I plan what I do in that huddle, that hike
Y’all niggas got beef
But I
type of man dissing another mans son
That'll be me
I couldn't be giving anything out for three
If you paid for one then oh maybe
How can you leave
karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where
of rips him apart
And every time they talk about it, it just turns into a row
She says 'If you trust me, I don't see how
This can be a problem,'
And he
Overwhelming capabilities
[Chorus: x2]
Singing, I don't know if I've been reborn,
Lived a past life, suffered in another time,
I don't know
Give it up,
to stay
Living in a box
There's no escape
And though I try
I can never get away, hey!
Out in my box that is also my van
Just another six weeks
throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer
Y`all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it`s goin be
Just make it loud and clear
Come here
make
You'll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model
Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival
That's why I'm in y'all
the baton right
' One two three four five senses working overtime '
How to freak the wild funk, line by line
Heavy technique, make 'em catch for breath
make
You'll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model
Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival
That's why I'm in y'all
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