Lyrics:
you mad about?
I wake up every day, go to the mall and I'll be cashin' out
Can't take my drac' nowhere is it be actin' out
Smokin' all this wood by
and fractals, intricate by design
Should I play Les Paul or Vintage 335
Every day's a process, I just take my time
I got some good weed around me, so I'm feeling
year old
Now he's growin' them back and has a 12 year old
What a time
My life is all by design
The sharpest mind you can find defined by this line
and get gleamed over
Ya album fell flat Calvin Butts with the steam roller
In streets deep with mixtapes I supplied my ring
Was pushin' Street Sweepers
up, or press up, when I set up shop
I used to stand in the crowd, watch the dope fiends an wonder
man who them fools in the ice cream van
that's
masquerade..
Myself from them days of play
Stories like this that I relate
Hopin' that, don't start to slip
Hopin' that, can keep a grip
Write rhymes that I
Baby, it's all in a day
My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides
When they said by 25 that you would lie, inside a box, no controllin'
of the rodeo
My style will play your globe, it's like audio
Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo
I be the type of cat with a flow that can gat
Bust
I touch mic and explain
To hear my life just press play
I seen the warnings but I wasn't taking none of it
Gassed up by the olders soon learnt that
[Jamie Madrox:]
We print then press, they copy
Like zerox machine stopping
Like mindless machines drop it
Put us down find unknown topic
You're
and then
Wonder where their calm went
With dudes fakin' tell them yeah, word
Let a con vent i learned that when I was
Hooping up by Convent let 'em judge you
go press play
We could spin it all, you don't have to be alone
(Woah-oh, oh)
She said nine to five, I'm killing time
But twenty-four-seven,
and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them
We came, we saw, we broke the fuck out
You play, you lay, but if you give good hay you can stay
Hey,
whatever's clever
We're deeper than the ports in the back of your cerebellum
Dres, Dre, and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them
We came, we saw, we
With my Lotus
I gorilla press cars
I rock write a Lotus on my chest made of red scars
[Monoxide Child]
With my Lotus
We steal a sun and hide it in our
and she moaning on my name
She sees me for me and she likin on my brain
Giving out them good vibes forgetting them bad times
I've been away for a minute
pause for 4 more years
Press play and I'm in tears
Insomnia and anemia
Gets you real Fucked up
(Nobody knows me)
Felt so good
When I saw them so happy
patience
This shit gon' take some time
You know them nikka's get to hatin'
When your grind turn to shine
I lost my dogs wish I could press rewind
Go back
Sell truth by extortion, I already said I'm a motherfuckin' horseman (scar)
Do shit, life is boring, I ain't even fucking with them, their corporate
Beggars gonna wicka dis tune
Coz we been doing this ting since day
Time to hype up crowd on the way
From the moment when the DJ press play
What d'ya
they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his
bail money, uh
I can't let them call the family
'Cause a lot of these niggas
Might tell on me, look
Seen a Birkin, then the block goin' south
Fuck
up like Play-Doh
Here's a shovel, rest in peace, let all your music lay low
Prolific sent my career here, engraved on your gravestone
Sold a couple
a brah who like to talk a lot (Yasis)
I play my music loud the neighbours call the cops (Yasis)
My brasse still lamming by the corner shop (Yasis)
I shoot
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