Lyrics:
They call me A$AP Al Pacino wake up blow a 100 thousand Wake up in a new mercedes bitch your diamonds clouded
You aint never had to struggle bitch
down you let your gaze
Glide down the stairs like a shadow.
Yes, you.
This underpass in springtime smells of dust
And a lukewarm breeze blows by.
Keep up
Our society is fucked up
They're fucking our brothers and sisters up
These white motherfuckers have fucked us up
This ain't by no goddamn accident
Ceasar
They don't know what I seen up, working hard and the gaff got cleaner
Changing my mind, got it right this time and the path got clearer
Shits
an it's all deceiving
Struggle with vice times change
Still on the grind do it repeat it
There's levels to this and there's no one to stop us
Sick
fair to ya, ever since all this autotune hysteria I don't love and I don't need no praise I just think I'm kind of fucked up by the way I was raised
on you lames
Concrete Al roker
This for folkers
African cuttys and banditos
Indians Asian decent this 4my people
Old school sanford and son
Fresh outta
It's only time in the way
Ultra be the sky and the wave
Whole team so seismic you can hide 'till we quake
On god so many times I died for this day
Tell
a crying shame but this the
World that we live in, remember the Days Watching “Married With Children”
Wanted to be Al cuz he was the man To me
Asshole by
knuckles, crazy hard rugged and rough
Raw rebel on raw charts, and poetry punks
They be like.. Who was that with them custom made rhymes?
West Side styles
right and wrong
While waiting for life
Can't change this destiny
The curtain's blose by
While your leaves descended
Earth starts to unfold
Stuck
me apart, I'm not fat but well rounded
Angles covered O'Sullivan's prowling
Round this table cut me a break
Before I get Greek and smash a plate
I went out the door this morning
Walked along the concrete cracked and aged by elements that don't discriminate and don't give warning
And I walked
spent my whole life spilling my guts between the lines
Putting in more work than you will ever know than when I rhyme
Tryin to press the people so I
of just releasing
There's no rhyme or reason when our instincts are awoken
The borders are broken, suddenly the truth is spoken
Survival of the fittest,
hustle make me California grind
Getting mine, so we don't waste nobody's time
Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine
Hard rhyme, that's all I got
of playing
These cats try hard but don't hear what I'm saying
Run for cover, if you're on the wall then get off it
Get this thing shaking like a mosh pit
cheers, pour a little out for your careers,
slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?
Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,
hung over in
spent my whole life spilling my guts between the lines
Putting in more work than you will ever know than when I rhyme
Tryin to press the people so I
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
hustle make me California grind
Getting mine, so we don't waste nobody's time
Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine
Hard rhyme, that's all I got
an old Egyptian distillery
Nooses still hanging, racist still killing me
No choice but play the role of
A warrior in this trilogy
Time wait's for no man,
This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You
sounds good to me, let's cut it out for we catch feelings, oh"
Some time went by things got back to normal, hmm
Things got back to how they used to be
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