Lyrics:
my palate
Is such a bone crushin instrument of malice
I'm self-tortured, bitch enough
The challenges administered by my own friends
The simple breeze
Big L rest in peace
2 am, just got outta the bar
Headed toward my car
Me and Castro kind of blown
'cause we parked so far
Walkin' down the street
is a waste of time
Waste of time, Waste of Time
Time to move on past the idea
That you and I could be made it very clear
But you don build me up,
huh)
Write raps that go past time
Tryin' me you gon' see who get the last rhyme
Dark Knight for my team, yeah just leave it to me
For my friends and my
Rocket Ship
Who will you turn to now
When demons come out to play
Tonight
Thought you'd escape unharmed
This time I can't be by
Your side
Just
ain't tryna feel the pain
I never called you out when you was tryna cheat the game
I stood by you
And now you wanna treat me like a bitch
See I could act
go
'Cause I just can't stand the thought of losing you
Losing you
Tryin' to get lost in the night
I'm shown up by those damn street lights as if
God damn, what time is it homie?
She's supposed to be here by now!
(Hey, hey I ain't tryin' to diss nigga
But your grandmom is a crazy
Ass bitch
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
like gamblers in slow mo
Tryin' to find good luck when they couldn't find love
Oh yeah, and I'm gonna sleep on the train tracks
It's gonna be
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game it's called insincerity
Starfuckers
Starfuckers
Starfuckers, Inc
Starfuckers
I
in it
Deep inside the darkness I slowly slip in it
Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson
Livin' in Detroit all my life caused me
I'm a nigger in the park with a group on a Sunday?
No way... all it is is a game that you play
Tryin' to keep a brother like me down
Even though I
rear view mirror
shits always shakin
these fools rolled up
tryin to clown off some dank an
[Richter]
An if you a
Tailgater then you gettin Brake checked
She's always tryin' to be
Some independent girl who is never in need
But 20 years in this town
She still relys on me to find her way around
because
already drunk low-key
Keep my feelings to myself
By myself I’ll always be
Shit ain’t that deep (no)
Can’t watch me, ain’t on the right channel (nah)
Shit
around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go
them
(?) pack of wolves with me
Ready to release, all the energy needs to bang
Self-fuckin'-made, you fucks should be ashamed
If you really, really,
You're not my Rockafella
I'm not your Cinderella
Don't want no Storyteller
Yeah what yo let me introduce myself
I'm the girl that you keep tryin
raps
I be in San Bernardino like a motherfuckin nut
All these fools want to kill me, and bitches want to fuck
Damn, but I ain't trippin and shit
I got
fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I
to find,
A couple weeks went by, we passin time,
He seen me in the alley with his niggas, I
Was just dealin off carry, then I seen the nine,
Then I heard
apart, man
My brothers say just go get an apartment
Flipping the pages to get into the garden
By now the mara taller, treat me like a God
Damn
Feelings
never play the streets without this loaded weapon
On or around me
Wake up, uh
Oh, these niggas need to wake up, mm-mm
See, I've been tryin' to get
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