Lyrics:
My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
But hold before you, one of those, prophetic
Its origins are hundreds of years old, much of its history is being lost
not many ninja's exist today, yet they all have indomitable fighting skills
rollin' blunts in my passenger seat (bitch)
Saved by the bells like I'm motherfuckin' Screech
Came up a lil' different, all of my friends was the robbers
neighborhood stop signs
Been a while, it's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman (ugh)
A hundred thou', bitch, diamonds shimmering
Catch me with a sack
big cities where you go to make money.
In seven years our fortune will be made
And then we can go back.
Anna II
In six years would be much
FAIRLY!
Elimination, Discrimination
From now on i'm all on my own!
Investigation
Interrogation
They're gonna crush my every bone!
23/7 locked up in
brand new year
Ain't no fear my time is near
I've been destined for greatness
Now my time is here
Days ahead, brand new year
Time to put this bitch in
was my salvation
Then someone cast a doubt about the merits of sedation
Nothing gets you nothing promises are not guarantee
A past without a future all
couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch?"
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
now
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
One year older, a destiny destroyed
Anyway, anyway,
anyway
Nothing's changed
Nothing's changed
Well the life passes us by
There's no hours that make us
a good year for me
I used to look at the future and I couldn't bear to see
Me, my momma, and my sister was the bears in the tree
Porridge in my bowl,
history
When a book title caught my attention
The Stolen Years in Zurich
An hour later back at home, I snuggled in my comfy bed
And read with a woman
That my friends were all there
But they were gone
They were gone
And now it's been a year
I'm in another trench
Where the past and the future collide
I
soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms, felt they body turn cold, oh
Why we born in the first place ff this is how we gotta go?
a million years hence
Your dog is right with you but
You know she'll be gone
Seven years pass in just one of yours
Summer ends quickly
Leaves drop
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
the globe
I'm sick right into shows, ridin' on lolos
(yeah) puffin' on coco, my bitch in Manolos
Don't fuck with the dodos
That's slang for dumb hoes (Oh)
I'm
on my goal list
They soulless
Yea they had a year but this my century I️ ain't even start
They gone try to stop the legacy
I'm Matt hardy but hardly more
don't know a shit
I don't know where I'm gonna be each day by day with me
I don't know where I'm gonna land
My five year plan has turned to ten
(And it's
wheelers is evidence
I put my boos in those cruise collections
Life's a bitch
A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick
Paid in full like '86, Gs
man?
I'm taking my girl out on a date tonight
You don't got any more marijuana in the car do you?
Nah
No, you smoke it all?
Yup
Alright, what I'm
niggas wearing tight gear
Sun God, and that's your target, aim right there
My money long and green like Buzz Lightyear
I'm all right here, the way I
kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget
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