Lyrics:
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
In church together tryin' to pick up all the pieces
And now you betray me, I bind you in the name of Jesus
Somebody please pray what I'm talkin'
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
still it's under God
Not gonna throw the towel in, I'm by my brother's side
Your niggas be your niggas when you level up
You see that yo niggas
the only way
We know we need to change
But change is just too hard so we
Expect that our mistakes
Will solve themselves but that's not the way
I know we will
like an Uzi
Nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady
Say don't lose me
So reload quickly
And you better hit me
While I'm lettin'
This fifi get wit'
like an Uzi
Nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady
Say don't lose me
So reload quickly
And you better hit me
While I'm lettin'
This fifi get wit'
Go
Go
I'm so alone
So alone
It comes and goes
They can't understand
They won't understand
I lost my mind
When life was hard
When life was hard
Teacher, teacher I don't understand what you even wanna talk for
Unless an interpreter's gon' come up there and talk for me
Because we don't speak
how I'm stressing now
Slave to the money trying to get a new whip
Pouring up the fifth Roll up a seven
Trying to get your girl out of here by 11
But you
to find my faith before it’s too late.
I gotta get back to church and open up my hearts gate.
I need to read my Bible and live by its word.
I gotta find
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth a mill? Are my rims too large?
Dammmn shawty! You can get it like me
Ay don't be mad
and a hug
You bottle it all up
For your running out of luck
Run over by a truck
'Cause life is being such a little dick at times
Makes you wanna run
But I
Reminded every time ol' Eric's being lame
Reminded every time he refers to you without your name
You know depression, well yeah, I'm the sequel
Your
bumstickitty, bum huh
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
My
So hard not to break these promises With every chance I get
It's right here in my head
Trying so hard not to break these promises with every chance I
And i'm floating on this beat
Shoutout to fern
Post d like Eric Gordon
And Im coming fast bitch
I am not a tortoise
My bro got like twenty damn years
For
to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
change?
Regis tell him that he used up all his lifelines
Jesus he left him splattered all across the headlines
Dead by news at nine seconds before bedtime
the time we was talking, I think we was getting
Close to wrapping it up, oh, before we was wrapping it up, she Had told me,
Guess where
She went to church
then
Eric probably locked up back then
I was probably like ten back then
I was tracing my brother's drawings
I was telling people that was me
We was
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