Lyrics:
Year 93 I was the aryan
Born kid morphed by morpheus
To an alien horseman from inhalin the toxins
Of arsenic in the most dangerous portions
Get crazy
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
tapes, yeah, forever
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time
I'm back, nigga
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit
mention Gang Starr
Me and Premier tight right now, we in the same squad
Always tell me stories on the game and how it changed, y'all
Life don't always
was put to the corner
Go ahead jury
Murder me
I was supposed to be
Done in By thee
But then that kid
Name Danielson
Came to the plan
And I didn't feel
ashamed I grew up poor
I'll never be ashamed I'm a steenbok
Forever be grateful for my grandfather's love yeah
Everyone has a story to tell
Everyone has
is true
So find a place to get comfortable and I'll share it with you
This story started in a garden that was haunted by grace
Lovingly formed by
a freight
How much pain can I take
How much rain before the ceilin break
Need a vacation out by the lake
I'm forever goin up yeah I'm livin great
Mind got
throwing queens like I’m Gambit
Going off on a tangent and I flow so much I need a bandage
Yeah, they call me Sol the sickest by the beach
Ain't concerned
going til I die
We gotta stay strong so our kids can survive
This is my story
Black white america
These crackers killing us niggas
But nope they still
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
On this side better know your codes
On this side damu hang
On this side we talk slang
On this
change my future with a glance
A wife and a kid, a house and a whip
It don't matter 'cause whatever it is, whatever it is
With you by my side I'ma do it
goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Too ashamed to call,
Everyone likes a snowball fight, those kids are having fun, but if someone packs
prosper
Prognosis of a problem child
I'm proud and well devoted
This Piru shit been in me forever
So forever I'ma push it, wherever whenever
And I love
dem foul moves
Gotta guard my wins
Keepin it private
Lames be tellin these stories Iont be talkin to dem
I can do bad all by myself
Gotta live wit my
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
before he died, I wish I let him know
Standin' over your body, I got my tears together
I just let you know I got your kids forever
Takin' all these
the sickest, and flow the quickest
But you stay booked forever 'cause you don't know the business
Got to give the people
Give the people what they want
on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
I can go and visit you
If I'm ever blessed with kid's, I'ma take'm to your Epitaph
Tell'em how you were a Hard Working Man
Ever since I could remember
the kids who had a hand-out
By the end of this, tell me who you Hail now?
Tell me who you Hail now
The same child with dreams is all grown now
Did it all
kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's palsy
But bitches still love my handsome face
Conway, this shit is like Deontay
Wilder versus a Bantamweight
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine
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