Lyrics:
2 AM the beats played about a thousand times
My minds stuck on just doubting lines
To my surprise, I've just been compromised
The artist now lies
and try to punk
'Cause I'm a hit you in the face with it
I got a posse of crews to serve blues if you fuck with it
Yo, the Prode'je spoke and choke
boys, I grew a bigger heart, huh
We don't do drive-bys
We walk em' down, nigga, so we can look em' in his eyes
It's one thing I can never forget about
mouth, why don't you tell my dick"
Man, I'm still that kid, this where real shit lives
Got the password to it, like I steal Netflix, mm
Michael Keaton
outside[00:33.81]Actin' up, actin' up[00:35.39]Cause people get jealous and wish you to die[00:37.15]Mask it up, mask it up[00:38.62]So I gotta be real when they stick by
[Intro: Reel]
Got the whole crew in this bitch, you feel me?
(Yuh)
[Verse 1: Reel]
Woke up this morning I told that big brodie gon run it up
I was
not surprised, My type of mind makes thunder sounds and lightning speed
Stop and see, Flow and stress
Ain't seen me, You ain't seen the best
Racing by
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product
past 3
Some young fella's sittin' beside me
He lives down Santry
Won't stop talking ever since he met me
I wanna leave he won't let me
He's talking
Lay to rest and see the rhymes that can never speak
I would at least put you in a t-shirt, make you like R.I.P. and no rest in peace
Oh, two
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
lay back and let my mind start to trip
By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew
If your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint Dog's got
power
My niggas big Benz mansions, pussy by the hour
Knocking down your towers, Knocking out them cowards
That's why I see hate in your eyes
Despise
here trynna get mines
Livin day by day in the episode of hood times
[Chorus 2X]
[Hook 2X]
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
Hood times, (hood! hood!)
to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
I die famous, hard to explain this
I live a life to die famous
[Verse 2]
hustle money by Bloods, Crips, and drug dealers
It's all love wit us but
pursuin the big dreams
From small schemes to big tingz
We all kings by all means
Got two rings no downside
Words flow like landslide
Explosive like
in our existence
And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your
Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity.
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
We didn't just come to rock a show (rock a show)
Even though we came to get live (get live, y'all)
So everybody, put your hands to the ceiling (put
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
of people dressing for the part, but it's just clothes
Ain't nobody 'bout that, truth
If you buying then they selling it to you
I been overwhelmed by all
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