Lyrics:
numb by instinct, fucking tragic
Why we never back down
Why we always sad now
Why we always mad
Why we always glad to stab each other's backs now
Why we
day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'usse
Back in the day we was on section eight
Now we got our own section, motherfucker like "hey"
All y'all niggas know
we're all on our own
Scrounging for our own share of good luck
Stab your brother in the back
And pick up your paycheck
Goodbye, lonely heart
(racks yeah)
This song is hard as goosebumps, rash baby (rash)
I'm scoring by the three, Steve Nash, baby (Nash)
A couple million fee all cash, baby
I
money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest
Drinking with rage and not giving a fuck
Those were times I wish I had back
Hanging out all night at The Pit
To Steve's in the morning at 6
Hit the arcade
Steve I'm nice hold up
I think these pills give me extra emotions
Hold up, I think they kicking in
I'm going through the motions
Yeah yeah yeah yeah i
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
gonna be a waiting game
Wonder when you'll come back to me (Stab, stab me in the back)
I hope we stay the same (Gonna be a painful game)
Neither of us are
"I was lied to so many times as a kid growin' up by the state, by organizations by teachers etc making me believe and having to believe
that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Where is the glamor in collapse?
Where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds
Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven
the experience of the (unintelligible) behind me, I said to Steve, "well look here, why don't I
come back with you?" I mean, I like a couple of weeks in Jersey.
So
Dear Mr. salesman
Stab me in the back
Give me something to redeem
Sell me yet another dream
Consumption on overdrive
Try to be nice
Hit me politely
I
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
tuck I told her detox
Walked inside Gucci spent two-hunnid for these socks
They'll stab you in your back that's a backstab
Judge give you twenty
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that
thumpin' on the bass
ow yeah, I'm just thumpin' on the bass
(Steve) Bass players used tobe the one standing in the back
(Bill) When Jaco first played
Now you’re on your own there’s no looking back,
Freedom at your fingers,
Until we stab you in the back,
Or you have a heart attack,
What we should
the city on a journey,
came back with a junky,
he used to beat her,
if it wasn't physical,
it was mental,
he didn't leave her until she tried to stab him
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
And stab you in the back
You wouldn't need to question love if you got twoK by your side
Real slime petite thing with soft skin she caught my eye
I put my
back!)
[Ludacris]
How you ain't gone FUCK?, bitch I'm me
I'm the GOD DAMN reason you in V.I.P
CEO, you don't have to see ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped
Good nigga, good heart
Lotta lives was saved by (me), salute
Bad Boy, Ruff Ryder, lotta money was made by (me)
Real talk
Large bag from Steve Stout,
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