Lyrics:
can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in
an immigrant family
Middle class salaries
On 47th Street by the Stones
Where they move white out the house same block as Obama's home
Uh, born alone, die
your keys in
cnd I said, “I hope we don't get eaten by a bear”
You said “it's not their season”
The house I saw looked like a mansion
Your parents an ad
a maid
When I buy a house, every surface gon' be suede
But for now, I got a concierge downstairs
All my neighbors are gray-haired
They don't recognize
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
the house that means nobody is safe
How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define
The music of our youth from 1979
We rap by what we see, meaning
we are in chase
I got real shooter with me watch your case
We robbed your house and left no trace
We robbed your house and left no glace
Iu0027m
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
This that nigga shit that's on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
coming to your house
I want to fuck your day and life up
Fuck your day and life
Fucking
Fuck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
got new fifties, I got old hundreds
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci' Runners
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
Call me UberEats 'cause we
take a shot are you gonna chase it
In a crowded room I see no faces
Only by yourself I see you facing me
Only for the night you find your space in me
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
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