Lyrics:
is sprayed
I'm out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee
And Rico, keep a low cut like laundry
I don't give a fuck, y'all made me bitter
I'mma whip
with my soul stoned
Down to the bone
With crimson wounds that never heal
Cause I won't leave them alone
Reciting verses from the Bible
Tryna find me
of humanity
I think I have a split personality
I'm falling from an individuality
Other people make me sick
Let me just jump off a bridge
To prove my immortality
hate me
Nah, tell me why you hate me so much
I was steady staying by your side from the jump
Now you started acting different cuz I'm blowing up
I can't
rolling
Like I'm staying in the track, nigga, I'ma keep smoking
I can still see a nigga from a block away
Holla that double D and he got me a K
So when I'm
and round
(These are the days of our lives)
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
(These are the things we must go through day by day)
We
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Sycamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At ten
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
him come see me on the block he ran away he scared
Money on my mind I be making cheese
Nah ain't shit free you gotta pay for these
Working since
so many peers, and shed so many tears
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
left me gunned down
This is my life and I'm gon make it somehow
Blowing racks and living fast, steady smoking by the pound
Running and running away from
Promise that I'll love her
Promise that I'll stay
Baby, there's a wild wind
Blowing me away
Sometimes we forget to live
And be loved
'Cause it hurts
the mic like Ren
17 of age I was filled with rage
Writing lines every day
Just to get away
Escape from the self hate
And depression got me chained Like I'm
Big love to the city, if you with me holla at me
We be popping off like a teenage kid with acne
Celebrations at the club, like a scene from Great Gatsby
syllables with poisonous synonyms in em
Ideas is blowing, mics is blowing
From what I'm showing, see it, I keep it going when I'm flowing
[Chorus]
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
weed to get by
Round stay fly, B steak fine
All over the scene, and scream and get live
You know me, got them blood shot eyes
No reason to keep
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
(Bonded by fate)
What we couldn't see
(Blinded by sight)
Some mandated policy
(We live life)
Freedom we gotta see
Trying to keep me from myself
And all
Wilson, too
Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue
Play, "Tragedy" play, "Twilight Time"
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another
with those actors
In a cloud of motherfucking haze
I'm pounding beats counting the ways
We be facing the end of days
Rays of hope are seldom but I praise
the drive-by
Girl goin down but the feelin got me sky high
I do what I want
Blowing money fast
Nothin like niggas
Call me chuck bass
Call me call me Chuck Bass
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