Lyrics:
the Sistine Chapel in his room
Decorated walls had his mom asking who's the genius
Prophetic words from Bobby Womack I've seent it
Realize give a 110 percent
the Sistine Chapel in his room
Decorated walls had his mom asking who's the genius
Prophetic words from Bobby Womack I've seent it
Realize give a 110 percent
Bobby, shottin' their minges.
Leavin' used condoms out on the staircases,
Next to the broken pipes that's left by the Base Heads.
Local estate heads, have
Everybody's had a few
Now they're talkin' about who knows who
I'm gonna go back to the Crescent City
Where everything's still the same
This town has
bunch
Everybody want to talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin'
big money shit
Now everybody tryin' to get rich
Now get rich niggas, fuck it
Some rap pioneers, be them crackheads
When they speak, you see
I'm, in a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death, well that's ridiculous
I'm a live forever, cause a legend never die
See
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Alright, look
Uh
Alcantara roof
No Panameras, I'm talkin' new Carerra coupes (uh)
Aloe Vera paint, blood suckin' jump
Talkin' bout those
Newsy
They always drop by round 5
Eat you out of house and home
Soon as your back is turned
They try to get in your home
They
on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse i.n.c.
I'm still wishing y'all the r.i.p.
Can I live, for I d.i.e.
I'm talkin', m.o.b, murder inc
Sitting here wondering
Am I by myself
I won’t let it hinder me
Cause everybody has doubt
Mase said cmon
Mike said shamone
I’m writing down my lyrics in
me on that stage when I'm not on tour
And everybody said, "That shit is hard to find"
Then she said I live in the hell of my own design
But when
Yet within his group it's very couth at the least
Swell in tune with the movements of beasts
In the dark age he was unfazed by the new waves
gonna say no
How can you? Tonight you
Really won the lottery
Afterparty with the lights turned low
Everybody wants to live by the philosophy
This is
still
Shake and bake
Shit I got the Ricky Bobby skill
Bagged a bitch from college park
She was on college hill
Plug call
You know he send em by flock fr
the mix, runnin' for your life
Time to get home see somebody fool caught a
Straight to the dome
For no reason, death is still the season
Everybody's scared,
bitch, come be my ho (ah)
All you bitches is weak, on the Bible (weak, on the Bible)
Talkin' shit for, I know I can find you
I can never be judged by
can do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what I'm talkin bout
Friends how many of us have them
And not that many
love God, I believe in my God
But I ain't been in nobody church
I stand on the business for me
So the day I go free Uncle Bobby, no motherfuckin'
[Phonte talking]
(Uh) We gon' get it started, man
I'm feelin' so fresh tonight
Yes, yes, ya know, I'm seein' all the beautiful people
Everybody
a newspaper or magazine.
It's hear its reality, this is our nature. Its how we live."
[Guru]
Now everybody on Earth want to rap, we burnt all of that
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don't say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got
new bars
Influenced by many but I'm a whole new star, yeah
There's levels to this but I'm a whole new floor
They talkin' keys to success but I'm
right
By little kids with great game cause they learned to take aim
At a young age, and to allude police, with a fake name
he's tellin him, i'm Bobby
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