Lyrics:
it felt fabricated
It had to be real
Cause I felt intimidated by cops
The city's crowded
With projects and row houses
Everybody's acting bout it
I
anyone sees it just depends on whether I post it or not
But I still get 90 odd likes and I feel like I'm balling
Even though that's relatively appalling
unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground
My mind was totally blown by now
She gazed at me nude in the moonlight
Pumps still on, her body was firm
Worldwide, I'm ready to ride and show my niggas some love,
I'm still in it to win it, every single second in a minute,
Black Menace to the finish, heart dark
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
I know what you're sayin', Dre,
But you still ain't told 'em enough, man
Alright, alright well,
Let's kick one more verse right here, alright kick
friend now
Now you're hanging at my house with paint on your face
And a real tight blouse.
It's not time for the G-friend and I must admit to you
I'm so
close my eyes: complete terror
A stationary free-fall seemingly never-ending
I'm aware of everything, it's too much
Overloaded by what's going through my
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
country
My portrayal of America
Is me respecting America while
Simultaneously strengthening it
Don't you know that I'm creating a
Synergy here? You should
to show me em'
Twenty one with my own car, and I'm finna move out
Its just me, myself, and I, I just bought a new house
They ask why I you still paranoid,
Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
I dropped bottom d, people thought I went soft, shit
I'm still very difficult to fuck with
Straight
here, bitch, ooh)
But now I'm here, bitch, ooh (but now I'm here, bitch, ooh)
Yeah
But now I'm here, bitch
From the BART train to a tour bus
Still
don't do drive-by's, we park in front of houses and shoot (shoot)
And when the police come we fuckin' shoot it out with them too! (too)
That's
don't do drive-by's, we park in front of houses and shoot (shoot)
And when the police come we fuckin' shoot it out with them too! (Too)
That's
to
Still, even more than me
Cause I'm still in your head
And it's so damn crowded
With ghosts of men
Split you in two
You're running with
Some fuckin' wounds
for me
Oh Lord
I told my guys, I'm blessed to see another day here
My demise is when niggas won't know how to play fair
So when I die, make sure you
around
Voices in my head
It's getting crowded
And they talking loud
I'm in the building
With no invitation
Haters lock me out
I got tired
Of knocking
cute when I didn't have the loot
And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
'Cause we got it like
cute when I didn't have the loot
And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
'Cause we got it like
When the failing light
With the feeling's gone (feeling's gone)
I'll ask you twice tonight
To make sure I'm wrong (sure I'm)
Still you looked
to Crowded House and Devo
Talk shit all night under stars that are bright
In the morning we'll go back home
Because if we're all out here then we can't be
Forgive me all I know how to do is be real
Everything that I'm letting out my heart is right here
And I never been too gangster to cry I shed tears
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