Lyrics:
your direction, so I passed her like a reverend
Returned to my Bishop Juan ways
Goin' wild like West and Kanye
Wherever I lay my [unverified] is my
the year two thousand, what the fuck?
In the hood, don't press your luck
'Cause these motherfuckers will set you up
Word up
They gives us guns and drugs
I got 'em
'Member me? I was drivin' Impalas
We don't beef, if it's problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 revolver I bought for my partna, he
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
a conversation with my laptop while I'm by myself
So this is gonna be, um how do you call it, a try?
Um, so here we go.
So I'm pretty sure we have a lot
Can't we stop along the way?
We just passed by a place called
Elvis Is Alive Museum
And a Shop
Where
We can get souvenirs & a postcard or two
way
Swallowed up by the words and halfway to space
But there by the fire, you offered your hand
And as I took it, I loved you, the boy with the plan
measure has hidden treasures, you say it with ur chest
Won't stop till the west rides for a New York born like 2pacs back
Or Kanye goes back to college with
Genocide
The combination of a Greek word “genocide” for race or tribe and a Latin word “code” for killing by the Polish-Jewish lawyer
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
tá meio equivocado
Eu não sou mexicano, eu sou baiano, caralho
Um preto perigoso, gostoso e bronzeado
Kanye West da Bahia, corpo e carro blindado
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still
clean water
Dirty politics never come clean
Can yall believe this shit 2017
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
B.I.G I'm the illest
Fake G's get murked by my realness
A born genius (jeen-yuhs) like Kanye West
Only true spitter'z can feel this crazy linguistic
regions speakin' east and west gang-
You got your positive- like, Common Sense
But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube
Acknowledge the words get
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it
regions speakin' east and west gang-
You got your positive- like, Common Sense
But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube
Acknowledge the words get
word.
Down Tucson way there's a small cafe
Where they play a little cowboy tune.
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine
By the name of Randy
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)
Kanye with
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