Lyrics:
Approaching, put on a button down,
Dress it proud, by yourself, dial self,
Wash it clean, summer eve, squeaky clean, Pussies attendance needed misa in session
to be here, nigga, but we here
I remember nights when there was no one there
I got drugged by a driver and there was no one there
No one cared, shout
Wish I knew what words to say
Thinking nonstop kills my brain
Time it goes by so quickly
All I can see is the journey
Wish I could keep you longer
fragmented shatters of reality
Abandoning the abandonment bestowed to him
And defiling the customs inherited
By a previous life
Trusting in nothing but his
I feel like I been myself the whole journey
And that's to my grandma's credit, you know
She'd always tell me
"Fuckin paint yourself into a corner, no
blessings are flowing
Walking this journey forward
I hope that I don't hit any rocks
If I do it's not a reason to stop
Feel so alone
It's a long trip
I think I'm meant to live this journey on my own
I've been heartbroken couple times tell me how I cope
Is what I ask when I call her at my lows
Had
the best live act/
talk about riots and suggest you try that/
Pressure apply that, the album go buy that/
the system go fight that (why?) Where ya eyes at?/
phone, come by the crib
We in the pool, I slid it in
I slid it in, I slid it in
I take a quick shower then hit again
That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's
I
your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do
and hit the roads and I was on repeat
It's ironic when you're tryna get this money to live free
But you'll risk getting incarcerated for couple G's
kinda sorta pop
Wit these bottled issues
Living in the world of not
When that's not an issue
But by the end of this thing
You'll feel like God kissed you
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
the time
Tryin' to journey into the light
But the dark ain't far behind
I'm at a color disadvantage but I manage
To make it work for me by the use of my
make his ass bleed
Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast ?
Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit
We tied his rich, the nigga
really wanted to I make money off them
Block in the morning on the move by ten
I write them hits in my head
Don't need no time for paper and pen
I sell my
the ground
As well as several bullet holes in the victim's home
Then Saturday evening, a woman told police her car was hit
By bullets on Witsell Street
given
Live it up for those who livin'
with or with out the lights
with or with out a fight
I'll read and write my way to heaven
never paint my way to hell
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,
through and you fly with me
Shorty by my side with me
Rode through city, winter breeze
Goose Down Fill, like wings to me
You down, we do anything
We gon'
house parties with the tape deck
I would do my dance and earn a bunch of respect
Protected by my Uncles when I came across them rejects
On the porch
it click, i'm not gon' stop
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, hoes only hard on Instagram, bitch
Cut that live off (Ho-ho)
Hoes be thinkin' they queen bee
sing like, sing like)
Yeah yeah you sing like school recitals
Feds ask questions, you hit high notes
Yeah you sing like you is Michael
(sing like, sing
wanna make the sweat boil in your palms
I live at hotels like I'm Royal Tenenbaum
I'm losing nothing, I'm spinning
I chew 'em up with the rhythm
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