Lyrics:
Yeah
Young McCoy
Arizona...
Stand up
Yeah
I'm tryna change my life and my surroundings here in Phoenix
Infusion of the climate in my music make it
it to ya
Not the only thing only thing
I'm giving up nigga never
Thirsty but shit I just might
Eat it up
Ooh get that go and get that
Go get your bag
Yeah, checkmate
Life like I been up on a tightrope
In the middle of the night, bro
Lies say that God gone let my life go
No psyche, I stand and let that
my niggas to the streets
I kept the pain deep underneath
I can't believe I'm still here
I treat every day just like a new year
But I pray sometimes God
with it
something is broken
so fucked it’s not hard to feel hopeless
I see you sleeping while the sun’s out
anything to distract you from your doubts
bro
Lets instead set goals
That go farther than
Mortal minds can comprehend
Surpass it by 10
Still I'm not satisfied with the ends
Know my anger could
Here I am
Walking down the street so full of life
I woke up just to get the best out of my day
No nothin' can stand in my way
Everyday I'm searchin'
the denying
Watching you crying
Inside I'm dying
I let my pride in ,Searching not finding
I can barely stand myself the man I've been to you....
Because u
too well to pretend we don't care
Knowing it's all for the best but it's still not fair
Sing me a sad song, paint me a sunset
Write me an ending
fight back
Harder they come run boy run
Fight fight stand by your rights
He's too young to die, he hopes but still tries
And that what a rebel cried
fight back
Harder they come run boy run
Fight fight stand by your rights
He's too young to die, he hopes but still tries
And that what a rebel cried
the herb. Remember when I used to stand on that curb
Want you a 14, just bring me six hundred.
Talkin' bout a verse, I'm still used to the
junkies
I'm with
Oros man oros man turn into sad joke
diss me and got gassed by a few of he's fans so
Tells them I'll reply and I'll diss him with fat jokes
verse, bitches lapped up in mass submissive
The last rendition of God's will, made it by his hand
Not a movie life is novel, a script of silt and sand
Last
Joey, baby - don't get crazy
Detours, fences, I get defensive
I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and let you
on stand by
No competition my odds of winning a landslide
I serve the streets in two different ways both demands high
Put too much work in I found a dream
graduate and flex my pay, know what I'm sayin' homie?
Two things, money and love, keep that shit separate like a surgical glove
Take a look around not every
, I've apologized
Look out
The sky is knitting
Filling
Creeping in
I don't think it's going to just pass us by
She stands at the door and gets her one
As a youngster, I slanged cain, gangbanged
Not a worry in the world, I'm all about money, man
Getting my grind on was all my mind was on
Making
to fire,
I hear their voices still,
Their unjust accusations,
Demanding I am killed.
'We shall show no mercy to heathen
Such as thee,
Who stand
scene:
One small young man standing by the rail,
And in the lane itself, parked straight across
As if it could stop anything, a large young
Man upon
He rode an "iron horse" for which he laid tracks
And say, that's not all that hombre could do.
He could cook, and was paid second highest
by the speedometer it's the kind that goes real fast
I could be someone, be someone, you know I surely could
If I could stand on the rock where
a carousel one endless night
Where most die for pies, some holdin' their chrome
A large percent die for causes not even their own
When the Inspectah Deck
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