Lyrics:
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
by, weeks are farther
It's been a month and a half
Since I've talked to my father
Call from my brother, wondering how I was
Better question is who, why,
I feel kinda dumb, but uh, I miss you
I been thinkin' about you and I been thinkin' about our love
And how much I miss your touch
I miss being around
and thumbs
Holding a candle too long
How can losing one leave you half as strong?
How dare anyone sit in your chair?
Somebody needs to be there
How we
credit
And these video hoes on BET getting naked for
These video dancers (that) never did a jail sentence
And it's all so Jake and it's all so pathetic
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
rule the world and take cities, I dreamed of this, son
Happy we made it past the Jakes, fakes and fiends in the slum
(Word)
(How you livin' on your
jokes y’all ain’t got no hustle y’all still go half on bows
(you can’t afford a load you cop it by yo self system gonn over load
You super broke a super
Who you gonna blame it's nobody but your own fault
Always pointing fingers, I thought you was your own boss
Now you're moving strange when it's
turned to jelly
Accidentally nailed my index finger to the wall
Cut off half my toes and soaked my foot in alcohol
Well I've had my pelvis ruptured by
Nigga ball like Mavs
Finger roll from the half
Run it back through the trap
Double time getting whacked
Seen it all done it all
Run a cheque get
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed" (quote by Wilfred Owen's 'Mental Cases'').
We earned rights
For disdain
Slowly fading away
Buried twice
All in vain
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin'
Bitch this how goon talk clip
Look like half a
Moon and it will make a nigga moon walk
I'm not the king of pop
But my thing finger pops
I sell bricks
Feelings to the side
It's nothing more than business
Middle finger to the cops
You fucking with killers
Catch me in the lab, something like a chemist
Your
Itz that bitch wit that platinum grammy
Kill a nigga' for ma' nigga'
By any means bitch, cock the hammer
Little Kim strike a pose and everybody snap
I use bait to escape
Kill two birds with one cake
In other words I regulate in every move I make
I'm being watched by the jakes so I move like snakes
girl, get on your knees)
At the gym I do not linger
My bicep hard like a timber
Make her moan with my finger
Pussy be a real stinker
This shit be a real
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
with your tirade, be well advised there’s another emcee in The wings evil eyes
And the government spies have the finger on the button never Heard it from
sheets with a sweet summer smell
Oh I hate that its you whos the love of my life
And how you never serious but you want me to stay
Your shorty by night,
that sometimes, the shit ridiculous
One hand in the air, if he don't really care
Middle finger in the air, if you don't really care
It's like that
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