Lyrics:
human
And that I'll be back on my feet again, please help me
But they act like I'm more than human
I prove them wrong again
Don't fault me I'm only human
that time where you could get like a house and have six kids and by, you know, by age 15 or whatever. It's like, I don't have that, like, my mother said
what you do I do what the dollar say
I'm a street nigga punk my pistol smoke like Doc Holiday
and I sell everythang homie now tell me what you want
you
worth
[Chorus]
[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Hey yo I'm Murphy Lee the trouble maker
I'm in the club with my house shoes on
Don't like being in the house
Everybody's got a wap until the wap jams up
Look now, ain't nobody got a wap
No cap, I was in a room trapped
The trap stinks like vomit and cats
The trap
sleep right tonight
now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more
but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates
breakfast for
Tell me if you quiet or if you make that noise
Girl don't believe I'm being mainstream
Because you're pretty being who you wanna be
Girl don't believe
shit lethal
Cause now I'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people
What's the fixation with all this artillery?
Now you catch a look, saying
all gone wrong
Now as the ballet and burlesque commence to play
Give to me the strength to act
And not look the other way
For there's a war
I’m tryna get you to ad-lib on my tracks, and you flaking
You about to be here in New York, I got you, you can come through
We, we together right now
On the rocks, my being's cut in half
I feel under glass
Don't look at me, I'm over- and underwhelmed
Cover all the stares and trash all the glam
to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put them all on fours
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie, I'm
touching they gut
If money is the topic I get like Floyd
I be O Ting moving grams of the boy
If I don't know niggas my hand on toy
Cause I'm ma a fucking
on the street
Being young, being young
That's where we all came from
Being able to chill all day long
Being young, being young
That's what we all look back
wishin' they'd stop
Proud to be black but why we act like we don't love ourselves
Don't look around busta (you sucka) check yourselves
Know what it MEANS
that get me where I'm goin'
Break fools that act like they ain't knowing how it's going
Dizown, with the Dizark, 'cause that's that kid
Unmask that
luggage, I'm abouts to get it on
Get to the house, spread it all on the couch
Getting this bank what it's about
[Hook]
That's how a nigga made
They got
right to his fat ass mouth
But now I'm assed out, 'cause these fools on the freeway
be driving like they ain't got nowhere to go
You know those fucks in
rhyme like this
Backpack raps at a time like this
Mr. president can you catch these hands
From a(trans)being
I mean I'm just saying
Jokes on you we still
go go
Take a look outside and you can see what I done followed
I can teach how to be the lender not the borrow
Now I pray To God and it so better
something else
Take it as you will I'm a different breed, I'm a different species
Waking cross this planet, I landed now I'm a different being
Live amongst
And I get it's awkward
Sometimes y'all would see me and act like normal
I'm sorry if this rap ain't formal
I'm trying to just paint a picture
I'm always
I don't roast, I'm straight up chilling with the ghosts
Digging up bones on the westcoast
Scaring everybody on the TV from the East Coast
Like a talk
hands
My generation never understood workin' for the man
And, of being broke I ain't a fan
Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man
My life I
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