Lyrics:
do this in a hurry
But the truth about your brother's been blurry
So sometime in this sermon
I'll say some uncomfortable facts
To show his fans their
the truth about your
Brother's been blurry
So sometime in this sermon
I'll say some uncomfortable facts
To show his fans, their GOAT is really a Rat
Let's
right here
That just magically appeared by the door outside
Really?
Yeah! And I mean it was pretty crazy, too.
I had a shit day at the job, with so much
the stu’
Yes be sure she like my shoes
She want on story ‘cause a lot of views (Views bitch)
Yeah, next stop to Miami
Like in Vice City party just started
singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
shows just like a vendor
Yes sir, lyrical n***a I got the pen-work
Pen-work, clean shirt, master i'm the teacher, Heater
Spitting fire, feel just like my
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
mental fucked
Really feel like givin' up But I gotta live for them
Drunk as fuck, words slurred Life's speedin' by, shit's a blur
A lot of things'll never
at award shows
No, don’t ask about my, hoes, no
Don’t ask about my foes
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah
I got a lot of it
I’m the only nigga next
sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
got Hot
Some shit went down in the alley they were Lots of Cops
Remember when the police chased the dirt bike down the Street
That dude was flying by
you some shit
I'ma show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix
I'ma show you where the pain and the poetry is
Ghetto young's spend a lot of time
gospel into the mic
No word of a lie, no hype
A lot of these MCs couldn't
Be badboys on the road
So they picked up their pen and paper
And tried to get
ask you for my hand
Please sir wont you give me her hand
You don't understand what she means to this man
Please sir wont you give me her hand
You
my time for them to pay me
I pound the clock
Been out the way as of lately
Don't come 'round a lot
Found the time to check out Sir Spacely
Your sound
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
sugarcoated like cereal
First I met Dre, then I met Yella (yes-sir)
Dr. Dre made me rap acapella
Me and Jinx did a show at Dudo's
With K-Dee, I think it was
came the answer, commercial was the key
To get airplay and a spot on TV
Like Ed Lover and Doctor Dre from Yo, MTV Raps
A show, mainly for the black
And vowels instead of rifals
And hang out with rhyme pals
Who tower like the Eiffel
A lot of things change and some things don't
A lot of people fall off
Don't get caught up in the
Wait wait wait wait
Don't get caught up in the
Wait wait wait wait
Don't get caught up in the mix
Crossfire
Money
Look
I want the money the power and the respect
Bout to go run up a check
You can look into my face and see
I got a lot of regrets
See me pop out in
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