Lyrics:
the extra hand
You can put that on my mama
We ain't messing with you blings preach
We ain't really playing games preach
Nothing change but the change
this paid
Let alone all this fame
I was just inspired by the shit that Jody played
I'm talking 50 cent talking Shady talking Jay
This the shit I used
of a travelling man
Conceived and born in a caravan
Lives where he could and comes out when he can
Death of a rock star played by an actor
Gotta make a film 'cause
Green
If they played on the edge where they'd been seen
I was working on the railway
Not as a sleeper as some folk say
I was working on the railway
Mind
and played, face-to-face
By the ones who say they love me the most but now I know that blood was never thick as water
See my friends die slowly in front of my
on a radiator
Cause you didn’t care what a seat was for
Couldn’t remember
They played me something that sounded like
Saints in French
Only better
She had a four
made an entrance with May
You'd never have guessed
From her fisherman's vest
That her bust had been whittled away
Poor Lulu got fried on Chianti
played our songs on KYSR FM
We flew above the clouds and felt so free
I've never known how wrong you can be
Good God, the years are passing by
Good
You know we have a million stories to tell
I'm just one of a million or more stories that could be told
[Chorus:]
Sacrifice your freedom
been
the whole world
I played the cards t
hat was dealt to me
Made my bones, pushed over
But I'm still lingering on
And I still fly
Like an eagle
Don't let him through that door
I can't bear to never see him anymore
The coincidence of our accord
Has been misunderstood for years and more
I can't
I had to go back to that house one more time
To see if the camelias were in bloom
For so many reasons, it's been on my mind
The house on Belmont
and yourself, paid tips with hot lips but that's wealth, Seen players
become greedy, needy turned seedy, been betrayed by the best,
when they say that they need
yours
If you played them mind games, I'll show you the door
I'm tryna learn from my mistakes
'Cause I know I only got one more chance
I know you
sweater
Denim or Patek ever black-owned
I spend it better than most
A lion don't leave the jungle by choice
And when it was time to speak up, you was
And I'm rolling (rolling)
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
I ain't bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points
a bunch of hollow tips in the whip
I'm pimp tight
M-J-G you can look at my resume
Never been a trick neva eva played
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it
Hey hey Miss Lucy it's been much too long
Since you've played that old piano and sang that song.
Hey hey Miss Lucy you know the one I mean.
All
like I been hopin'
And there came horses by the thousands
And there was thunder on their tongues, and lightning on their minds
And they were singing
pain turned to rapping its a blessing in disguise
Always got to stay alert pain will take you by surprise
When you got so many lows you appreciate
saying mother fuck the game
Trademarking every name, copyrighting all the pain
Preparing to rise like a Phoenix in the game you been hating on me for years
her, had my heart in a Coogi
Showed me different colors, hid behind the shade
You're here than you not, the silly games we played
It's hard to guess your
been rhymin' and snappin'
You sittin' on couches, slackin', that's why you assed out
The way I handle my business, you see I cash out
After I finish with
Light skinned nigga took a stand of action
Meanwhile his team played tragic
Fans keep on watching racist
So I'm asking
What's the point of power you ain't
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