Lyrics:
when was making art about getting rich?
I know it's easy for me to say
Because having money's not everything and
Not having it is
Remind me again why we
smooth
This chopped cheese is from Red Hook
And this Glock was 3D printed in Bangladesh
This shit is international
I'm posted up at the crib-o with
of everything I thought had to accompany my music it became my burden. It just got stolen from me. I said, What is this? How did this thing that I love so much so
starting to swell
Suicide is a concept that don't seem to sit well
Please lend your ears to this true story that I tell
Maybe you gonna learn something
have to bring (my Jesus I am Yours)
I will give to You my everything (and I will follow, my life in Your hands)
All I am and all I have to bring (my
anyways, F it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
You have to fix the mind before you can bestow the blessing
Because until they get their mind right
Everything you invest in them is going to leak
the profit.
But they got the game rigged, I'm just really here to stop it like.
Everything is yours, everything is yours.
Everything is yours, everything is
Vivisections performed by Gillette
And Unilever walmart moves in to monopolize
And rape communities
Nestle is responsible for third-world deaths
From baby bottle
incapable of being big bro'd by older guys
I'm sorry if your feelings were hurt don't have time for shoulder cries
Did you hear this cadence and think that it
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona's half a façade
I don't brawl a phone call have your body slumped! (huh?!)
Queens stories heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
Waitin' on that four door
Mr. Blue
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Orange
Mr. Pink, Mr. Blue, Nice Guy Eddie
Reserve Voyeur D.A.W.g'$ Shit!
Get your max out mother fuckers!
Eddie: Honeybunch,
Sad to say, but I have a hunch,
Screen romances went out to lunch,
That's no reason to pout.
Don't look bleak,
Happy endings can
with your shrink
Pickin' daisies
They'll all end up in jail
Pickin' daisies
Marshall's is having a sale
I know tomorrow it'll all start up
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
(In a digital)
AGE
I can't rely on anyone, it's a fact
Cause everything is abstract
Let's start from zero this is our chance
I can't deny your words
Everything, Everything is you
Lift up your hands to Him
And begin to bless Him
He is Everything, oh yeah
La la la la la la la
The life that I live is from you
who
On the outside
You would vocalize your hate for
You have to live with him you have no
Other option, you know what I mean? Like
Your
Option is you
broke LIG it let it go
If it's on the strength pay what you owe
Everybody got the same 24
On my trap phone everything is a go
Mr. PWID how I be
They thought he was a gotti he got em with kamikaze kakashi copped a copy you copy I'll binge Bacardi till my vision is crossing your man a faucet This
then I can confess that this gets harder the bigger you get
The richer get rich, the poorer get pissed, that's just what it is
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