Lyrics:
hide-out
Stashed in Ghana, guns about the size of ya mama, select drama
Trauma rap, birds fall asleep, Ghana
Caesar czar, come out ya rap par'
Fiddle
love without labor, no labor no love
Draw on the strength bestowed from above
What can go wrong will go wrong
But if you fall off a horse just get
to stay true to who I am or even ought to be,
I'm inspired by seeing a better version of me,
Got to remember who I do this for,
The ones that believe what I
myself with a tunnel vision
Surely I will see the light
SMD if you mirror politicians
They sold dreams but shipped out nightmares
You can't win if
Zoning out, I can feel the weed
I swear I can do anything
Hemi boy, gone cause I love to speed
Who can keep up with me
Feeling like screw in '93
Flawless
to love again I promise my heart so black
I remember when we used to be homies, we ain't homies no more
All that friendly shit can walk up out the door
We
When we met, was on whole different path
Love and a conscience, are the things I never had
Leading by example, since you'll never meet my dad
Show
the helium out the buzz, rise through the beehive
Bathe myself in honey till the sky falls and I crawl to heaven where I last left you
I grateful dead you
I
lines a muscle strain
If you fall, then its my call on who to blame
My greatest gains, my self inflicted distain
I guess that's why I love a critical
back an bring out the madness
Light it up matches end with a blunt
Gutting the Dutch Sparkin the green
Stabbing my lungs I'm smoking a Cactus
Run up run
prepare you have approximately five minutes
Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
Begin
to the Carnegie
But still keep my eye in the scope like I practice photography
The rice in the dope relaxing the harmony
Come fall in love with the dope boy
Like
around
I put em in the place I sit em down
Albums figured out
And Joel it's time to bring it out
I'm not the type to sit about
I spit and shout
I'm living
and for you it's looking dark
Calin was me all along, glad I'm out where I had dug
So why don't you give the little French boy his last hug?
Man, it's crazy
I never let you down' flow
The system see a man grow since
I was a man boy
Snow fall, bad choice after bad choice
I used to call in from the
Station
rhymes the slimes
Me boujee so me had to run
Ain't stupid not looking for love, still hunting the bucks
For trouble we clap, with treble by Clef
For
taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know:
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing:
Act cool.
Lesson
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Saying "Jaden, why you tripping
Why you change the subject?"
But my randomness is what you
Jokers fall in love with but check it
The school system is
the shit would leave everyone pissed An I ain fuck that messy hoe cuz she on everyones dicc The main nigga ridin with me got out at the light When you boys
love
An adolescent boy I took rejection real tough...
Bearing witness to the scars I received
Now you can hate it or love it I wear my heart on my
dirty (it's dirty),
They catch me with it that's thirty (that's thirty),
My boy got 20 at 20 (at 20),
He won't get out til he 40 (at 40),
& I probably
creamy...ladies
Love me and I'm peelin Franklins when you see me... up in the
Tunnel, at
Esos, even the Mirage....I bag up models at expos and we menage
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