Lyrics:
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
I'm from 101, west to Hunt 40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
It wasn't Kanye West that put the white lives matter T-Shirt on first
You did
You did by intentionally ignoring what Black Lives Matter would
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Vanwick, Colosseum in Stan Smiths
Tan blick in the desert brick town where my man's live
Not niggas I really met through music shit
It be some real
Yeah
The Fat Gangsta
Here comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public enemy rapper at large
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
As we fall off
As we fall off
As we fall off
As we fall off
I'm not Kanye west But I'm Kanye fresh
White boy in a Kanye mesh
Kanye personality
Cause
be heard to speak
CHORUS
Man, man your time is sandYour ways are lives upon the seaI am the Eyes of NostradamusAll your ways are known to me
Driven
time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
too.
pressure by the cops now .&niqqas haten on ya do .
see i aint step on no toes to get here .
this hard work . young'n gotta flow. the shit's clear.
Pull up, now she's drinkin' my bottle
My guess? She's probably a model
I don't know how to act
So I grabbed her by the ass
I got the west coast
Pull up, now she's drinkin' my bottle
My guess? She's probably a model
I don't know how to act
So I grabbed her by the ass
I got the west coast
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young
that's how we live up in the Bridge
You just sit scared cock back the gat then hit a nigga like a bid
25 naw kid you gettin' life
Forever burnin' in hell
back
It take a nation of niggas and streets of crack
So young, so angry
Damn that rap music
at a redbone
Smokin on some cactus
Sippin on some super duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot louie the thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the barber
like crack to an addict
It ain't to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Uh man I think I'm
misused lands
Del Monte, Tate & Lyle, Ralston Purina
Coca-Cola, RTZ, and Unilever
All packaging lifestyles for the glamorous west
Expand the company,
on the platform this shit don't make any fucking sense
Then you got people like Kanye West
Speaks his mind and gets canceled by the press
Then you got people like
South side, west side, east side, north side,
on them wires, on the blades
Everybody smokin' haze
Cadillac, Chevy, Escalade, and them Hummer trucks
is family business call getting cake
West gang love comes from mother treaces
She bless us yea we live by the lake
She know 9 ward n**** wasn't fake
I
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it
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