Lyrics:
Yeah, I wanna be your lover (not your brother, not your mother, yeah)
The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.
Crept through the gap
ya tears
'cause by this time next year it's gon be off this year
[Chorus: Thyra - repeat 2X]
Ghetto cry, Ghetto cry, Ghetto cryyyyyy
Ghetto
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
are spineless can't fight your own fears
Time is nice you are dying in years
Why am I crucified by my peers?
As a child trying to hide my own tears
But
Yeah man, what the fuck am I doing? Hahahaha
Ayy, yo, Preem, chill
I got the rhymes, you got the beats (aight)
Thirty years later, we back in
year is ten years a fucking pro
Watch your mouth rookie
Bars still raw as fuck your fav can’t cook me
This year is sure bet you should listen
I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
and desires,
right here, right now,
in this little section.
I have been in showbusiness
for 10 years and every time
I have to go back on the stage
I have this
pipe game is wicked
And an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted
Who am I?
I might last for five minutes, but that's all right
Because that 25
she and I do not speak anymore
I mean, am I the only one here who doesn't know what the fuck is going on?
I worked the last ten years. I'm
she and I do not speak anymore
I mean, am I the only one here who doesn't know what the fuck is going on?
I worked the last ten years. I'm
don't fail me now
Brand new boy, brand new year
Curtains open I am a grand finale
Did you get my voice mail?
Sorry I'm out having the time of my life
that i need
Ten years down the road
I pray ill look back on when i was low
And ill write it all down again so we can be free Why i got me sayin
I Am I
get out my way
Been rappin ten years and you pay to play? I'd rather go queer, suck a dick and get made
By the end of next year, take my gold to my
It's not easy to bear your soul
For the past ten years I've been confined
In a world of redesign
And it seems not only dreams can breed the products
bitch I am next
I will never let my ego to rest
I just feel like my shit's resurrectin' from the top
'Cause my shit was once dead
I feel like I might'a
Narration:
I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel,
to the parents of William and Elizabeth steel.
I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
im sliding in a benz
No we not cool I can not be yo friend
Bitches be hating cause my bitch a 10
They like how i do it cause i am the man
I spent
Pull- Up..x 6
We have to conclude this by taking it to church. Alright
Yoh, ready?
Vicky let it go..
Friday night Praising time..
I've been calling it
pressed to your chest
my nervous systems interfere
ten or eleven months have passed
i think i'll wait another year
this weather turns my tricks to rust
i
In our tribes.
Two years later am back with my niggas its the COMG style we in charge of the game ,
Careers died my niggas Dropped a diss that the Rap
stays on earth!
We gon' put it in reverse
Darling I told you many times
And I am telling you once again
Just to remind you sweetheart that my—
Oh
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