Lyrics:
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction.
satisfaction
we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers.
We breathing life back into
Things won't ever be the same
When I go
Know my idols
Turn to rivals it's a shame
Got high hopes
For survival
I'm just laughing through the pain
All I know
paid
Still the young nigga, still slang, yeah
I wouldn't change a thing and my mama did it all by herself
She sayin' the same pray, listen
You hear when
even if they all laughing
Hold if your self strong even if they be attacking
If the confidence is lacking, find your inner passion
Keep it to yourself,
to fight this fight
This our time, we so strong, hit 'em with all of our might
With our light, shining bright, illuminating through the night
Keep it tight,
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
of the population
Word to Black Shawn, I see your whole operation
And shut it down, cut it down like rain forest
You see Talib Kweli when you look up the idlest
coming through, for the U.K.-crew
Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do
Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this
Now, if you're with
back lookin' like me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses
Be-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
through this cash money, I think I'm Lil Wayne or sum'
Head to toe, Dolce Gabanna, bitch, it don't come out for months
I don't eat McDonald's but I smoke
through the pain
These scars give me identity so no reason to complain
I just treat it like it's laundry I can't do it without some gain
But truth be told I
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
Hey, watch them coming through
I don't know what to do
Big government, like McDonald's we're loving it
Put our hands in a cage like a looking glass
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too
never be overstated, can never be overrated
Pedal to the floor, I OJ it
That type of drive gon' always get you somewhere
Put all that bullshit aside
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
hindsight, it was almost my last
I see the crystal rain drops fall
And the beauty of it all
And when that sun comes shining through
Paint those pictures in my
reach me
She suck it so nasty, I think she tryna leech me
Damn, no Keke
Rockin' Palm Angels from my toes to my Figi
You actin' all shy, but I know that
I grew up round drug dealers and misfits
But through it all I managed to be a good kid
Bellport the type of place many don't make it out
They chose
the best n imma prove it to these haters
I put all these bitches at the back
Oh, you're stitchin up the cracks
You envision life in fiction
Facts
The petty
listen
You shitting or pissing
You ain't missing nothing important
Bitch it's a blessing
That through all the stressing
I get to take
What I imagine
catholic probably why I'm in my shoes
9-5 not 90 coupes 12 bucks under kidds rule
9m on my bedpost AR by the bed door
Shawn X this black war looked sweet get
God that I didn't do it
I'da had my ass handed to me, and I knew it
But Proof isn't here to see me through it
I'm in the booth, poppin' another pill
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