Lyrics:
working from 9-5
Doing what you do cause you got to go and survive
Just to get by
Until you take a look inside
And all you really got is this here
'm so tired of the two-face compulsion
If she wants two keys I want one
Whatever happened to those three words,
those three words after sex?
Simple attire
believed it was simple
That's why i needed to work
Metaphors by the 4, 8, 12, 1, 6
One day I'm making a hit
Next day I'm making a fist
One day I'm making
'm living my life and who knows if I'm living it right
Will Never question God
Or these words that free my mind
Never trust no one
When you have everything
up by the weekend (когда?)
Around five
Said she wanna go to Vegas I don’t mind bae (Нет, я не против)
Pack yo shit up and we out (We out)
Then we pull
Hindsight 2020
I'm a high flyer
Got the right stuff
I'm the King of Harlem
I got the good stuff
I'm not ok
Another black man died been on my mind all
make moves like me
But you don't have the right skills for this industry
So never mind, I can always, catch you on the grind
You can't fade this game,
gigantic
But you're dead nigga in five minutes
Ay yo, I bust him in his mouth
I give a new meaning to "Bite the bullet"
If he flinch, I won't think
I react,
of sight and I'm outta my mind
Outro
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Just watching my time-fly-by
With only five left in my prime
I just kept it in my mind
If I kept fighting, I kept striving
I was gonna survive
Looks like
cute, she may be by 5'4
By my knowledge, she walk around with a brown coat
To shield herself, she's in a new mode
I can't help it when you tell me you
As a mind slowly grows aware
Even when I believe there's something to outweigh
There I go wastin the day
Bested by myself feelin restless
Pushin through I
on a dime
The West coast stays on your mind - the line
Is thin, I'm in for the win so you lose
Original like Chuck T shoes
Who want to dis the rider
Light
used to ignore me (yep) realized I was nice
Now it's no one left here to write my life story
Ninety-five rappers shelled like pearls
Hit by genocide, I
seen purple
Keep it in the circle
Reach the ultimate high
Number 9
Verse 1:
This land ruled by dutch masters
cold hearted bastards
sipping
myself with a paper passion
In simple fashion stash it in the safe
Smoking until my face is blue
Blue faces all I chase
Built my studio
Spitting flavor out
Life simple stay to yourself get some money play your role
The ones you showing love to now don't really wanna see you grow
Let’s talk about my
Everybody stand up, come on
It's the same old lies time after time
(I can't abide, don't cross these lines)
You'll never read my American mind
(It's
and the four elements just
Like the Fab Five
Mind is Moorish album drops sign of Taurus
More black flowers bought from
The family florist stand on the square
with it
Am i top 5 on my cousin's list
Nah we wont stop since a youngin' we been thugging it
I clip my wings just to fall just to feel something (X7)
I
my face enough
So memories ain't blurry on Unc
Started off rocky, rock
Only knew me by the strange scent forever attached to my body, gas
I bet these
on a countdown
I gat trust issues
I gat love issues
Baby spread on me like you spread tissues
I'm not simple I just giggle
Malo rope oniwere awa gan kiju
Something
the 5G, whatever that might be
The sedative, light green, you snuggle it tightly
Remember, the duck, he might be a simpleton, keep it simple, bro
Even
dreams
Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization
I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth
The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded
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