Lyrics:
doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
No including yourself
to say
(hello, hello)
And every time I close my eyes
You are still there sitting
Waiting in my mind
I try to make it real but when I realize
I'm far from
Check, I control your mind with
One rhyme I speak and get you open like
A prostitute's butt cheeks (yeah)
Rappers get kicked in they mouth with
and consider it done
The streets fathered me, so I'm considered its son
Keep it real stay sucker free and the figures will come
Live by the gun and put my life
and the figures will come
Live by the gun and put my life on the line
Anybody can get left bullets right through your mind
the clouds drifting by
Every moment new
Colors shining through
Simple joys so real
Moments we can feel
Laughing with the friends
Love that never ends
Happiness
mother screams picking
Out his casket harsh reality, it seems like
It's simple mathematics, it's not
It's trigonometry
(trigganometry) divided by some real
sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
hustles came in different forms
Started with the pies, real ones lost lives
Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized
I buckled down in a Porsche
number
Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances
By listening to this album, you are literally
And I cannot stress this enough
Literally
I'm a simple guy with simple tastes
A simple mind behind a real simple face
I got simple problems but only a few
Simple solutions for the ones that I
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
of mind?
All you need to do is let us lead the way
[ Vidal Prevost ]
It's real simple, man
Follow the boss and you will never get lost like what
[
on the scene
Real big shit
I could probably name a few niggas I ain't seen since I was a jit
Tell them old hoes, "get off of my dick"
You in the past like
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your
debut
Album, power of the Dollar
And finally in the spring of 2000 it
Was ready to be released by
Columbia Records it represented to him all
The struggles
time
So grab a hold of your seats while I open your mind
And take you back to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
comfort stays
Watch my Hancock glide
As real as I write
This is the vibe
To keep the simple tactics alive, I'm like
I keep it simple
Pray for I wake
Make
In the 2016
Two beatmakers from Bogota Colombia, present their first álbum called: ""Rising the Mind in Beats"". They are Jeru and B Class from
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
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