Lyrics:
Played by God's rules, your soul did not lose
Fools, thinking we had time, hitting the snooze
You needed us the most, we out paying our dues
Played it
I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with
They counted me out, as if God don't
hoes and you can't stand me
Keep my name out your ? mouth
You hate a player and I find out
I might fuck your bitch little sister or your momma
More
walked out to call on the North Wind
And begged to help keep the boy e’er by his side
“With the loon, and the moon, and the stars as my witness
If I were
much to tell the truth, make em dance and never lose
Keep my business out the news except for when the album's due
Get duped into a record deal,
We're astonished and amazed
We are silenced by Your wondrous grace
You have saved us
You have raised us from the grave
And we are speechless in Your
and
Get out that grave you’ve been put in so you can get back t’ makin’ moves
And use your tools t’ set your blueprint and let loose ya screws in
The old woman finally caught me
Sneakin' 'round her cave
Her hair looked just like barbwire, boys
And her smile just like the grave
She asked me
out the score
My engineer ensured me that he got my life insured
He gon make sure that this album drop
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
My
of '78)
But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more
(I said, come in) come in
(Come on) come out into my reservoir
As I macks a men your
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
muthafuckas
I'ma Transform
Watch me turn to Megatron
Shout out to the homie cuz he put me on the song I'm on
That boy Quentin stand out he stupendous but what's
your picture buried in my grave
In the middle of the night
I've been stuck in hell
Whispering to to the stars
Will you ever hear me out
Yeah I fucking
Thank god the cops bout to take out this pest
Boy just relax why you looking so tense
Officer do you need all those glocks
Feeling threatened so he pull
why why
Distant I don't wanna be apart of your lie
Why why why why
Why why why why
Abide by everything I gotta attain but it's a learning process so
my smoke screen,
but you can see me wit your niehborhood dope ring,
o ses yea the albums out, you can put your rags up now howl and shout.
CHORUS:
we've come a long way (look)
Uh (REAS')
Niggas want my old shit (ooh), buy my old album (yeah)
And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep
The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid
tell what's fryin'
King Kong ain't got shit on my fuckin' ego
Sleepin' in your own grave grab your fuckin' pillow
Piss me off I'm bound to go ballistic
life but just dust
Falls on the graves of all
The halls of our ship now are
Void of all but death
Our lives have passed
Our hearts were broken by
Pocket rocket put your boy in the grave
I'm an astronaut walking with a Drac
Moonwalking never creep in the day
Big Moonrock blow out your face
I'm down
get too drunk hanging out the limo
Slow dance with your woman in your arms
Sneak her in after but boy, you better tiptoe
Don't wake your mom up,do
deal with this dispute
I won't play your game
Cut all the ties and shut you out
Lost all respect for the glutton and greed
Sell out piece of shit trying
your sockets
Watch out for me
At any o'clock
I'm comin' for you
Got the loaded glock
Got no women 'round me
That's bound to change
Too bad this was
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