Lyrics:
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
the strip club, still hunching on em'
Still ripping bands, homie by the grands
Im the young boss, follow my commands
Now I'm bring bought seven hands
Back
I'm in the B's, yeah
Know just by the way that you talk
I can tell there's something in you, hoe
Look at me from afar
How would you know you're
hungry
You think they ain't watching? They watching while you uptown coppin'
Back home, while you're cooking and chopping
They scheming the block,
what's true: you're just standing still
While you're turning all your dots into lines
While you're turning all your dots into lines
Decide who you are, not
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs.. wherever you are
Whattup Big? You know s*** is rough after you slid
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs, wherever you are
What up Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
caramel
You only live once, so fucks your farewells
Top five, still alive in that small talk
Still top dog, niggas, while you fall off
Rozay, Jada,
while hearing 'bout tragedy on news
I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon
And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's
Well here I stand
With an open mind
Still unafraid, of the cards that fate has dealt me
One by one, we burn our books and run
Some for home,
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin', Pras if you're listenin'
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still
just be balling like my last name Gentry
Best white rapper of the 21st century
She say she surprised by my hidden skills
I could list em off but I just
won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Lcve do you smell that?
It's poison : m YAAAAAH!
We
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
come here
Let me hold you while I think about my dear
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Poppin bottles we in the air
And I know you aint the type to just share
But you're
Latched to this life like a death-grip
We're satisfied with the mundane and keeping out of sight
But still we are young
I'll stare the angels down
and bussing
They get nothing but in the ground when they blown out
Oh wow, tell me how he got the stubborn, he tough and
He was young with a grown mouth
Zoned
cuts
But if it gets you, then you're weak
'Cause we were here and it ain't broken us
Still as close and stayed by her side when no one was
Like when
a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code
Some people're born to roam
Fate gave 'em roamin' natures
An' so they wander aroun'
Leavin' people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
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