Lyrics:
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You
got bad, but he couldn't cry
His dog was run over, his wife up and left him
And after that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
a platinum or diamond record
And I'll feature on all the albums
You do after I see you talk some
And pause
I gotta give you a lesson
Like a professor of wealth
i'm praying this album is gonna fix your rap career after listening to my verse is the only thing you fear
So hopefully this shit aint good
and it won't
they talk low
Turn up the lantern and show the bones
The face of a man down below the deck and desperate's so
After forty-odd days, we come to
After
Me, the shotter that you couldn't really see
Made the dream come true
After years of wishing
After years of dissing
After years of swinging
I still do
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
gonna be welcome
Thank you all for supporting my music career
I know its angelic sounds to your ears
Yeah im in album mode, after 18 years
I wont blame
a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in
Victorian parlor
The neighbors hired a crew to trim the Magnolia tree, weeds below it are getting taller
And beyond those tangles of the utility pole wires
I
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
smash and
Scrape all motherfuckin' summer, nigga
Fuck out of here
And that album coming, nigga
Locking this shit down, nigga
Straight up, Griselda
as fuck)
Midnight chills when i'm by myself (Midnight chills)
Midnight chills when i'm with the bros (With the bros)
No matter where i'm at when its night, i
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
And she said we could talk together
I didn't see you til next summer
That's the summer after the other
And that summer held in store
A very different kind
of my time
Used to talk to my mama friends
Condolences to the Bakers
Tragedy bring us back together right
After it break us
Casualty will always make us
it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40
a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in
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