Lyrics:
You wait there every evening
Till the morning light
I saw you on the ceiling
How could I even fight?
I saw you in the morning
About 3:55
I asked you
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
on Sunday, forgotten all week
One foot in Hell
Taking the truth from "The Book" and then twisting it
Feeling they're touched by the Lord
Loving their
Where's Batman I've been all thru Gotham
Did Robin get robbed by the rich too Bruce
This Tra3duce sip this hundred Proof
Middle class disappeared now
One of the symptoms is you won't find help
It was a coincidence I even found myself
In the scrapples of this hell
My brother handled the cards he
thousands,
Us in the gutter, make mothers cry by the thousands,
If they only knew how it is where we grew,
The things that we see,
They call us thugs and we
the back
Bitches; in the front
Bitches; by my side
Bitches; oh(x2)
verse 3
You see the bitch in the corner screaming and crying like hell
All I did was say
I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration
While you were living like a saint
And all the time the very one you trusted was washing
be chilling by myself like island
Well connected like version
Hell yea Nigga I got it
I really be chill I hate to get violent
Money just stacking up
And when I see you again, let me see you and not Noe
No, no, no, one, two, three, you will see you and me
And now Noe's in the show, he's joined by Lochlyn
throw it back, where da ass at
Hoes impressed by a matte black Hell Cat
Can't get attached, just match with a mismatch
Drop top, when I pop out, hop out
the undisputed
Counting traps
Taking trip out the Cadillac
Smokin' quan-quan
Triple wild chicks in the Montreal
Crack the mini bar
What the hell?
Grab
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
And when he comes to town,
I wonder if he'll play with me.
Laying in bed, watching TV, cookie!
With his mama by his side, she's Japanese.
They scream
And when he comes to town,
I wonder if he'll play with me.
Laying in bed, watching tv, cookie!
With his mama by his side, she's japanese.
They scream
Songs that I made all alone in my bedroom
Chasing girls the only thing I was into
Still the same but just a little bit more
I'm in touch with my personal
a hint of remorse in me
Cold to my core feels like only in war do I ever find normalcy
Like on the beaches of Normandy
Live by the sword, I'ma die when
(Ding dong)
It's about two in the morning
(Hey yo g, what the hell's going?)
(it's just another case of that old pta)
But never the less here goes
Ballers
When I'm in yo city better treat me like Obama
Or we can flip the switch, and blow that bitch up like Osama
At the age of three you turn the blind
is chess and I'm moving three steps ahead of myself
Dealing with these demons deep withing these LA trenches
In hells kitchen with tunnel vision
word
World got me channelling assholes
World got me caught in scenarios
Do the world want me dead? Hell if I know
Caught in a loop, a tightening lasso
My
on a brand new Patek Felipe,
And I'm doin' it all in my sleep.
Verse 2:
Stage 3 I'm movin' steadily fulfillin' legacy accelerating still seein' myself ahead
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
far,
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued, both day and night.
And by the light of that same star
Three wise men came from
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