Lyrics:
Oh oh my god it's Slicka
I pull up with a block and a baddie with me
I don't hang with no one I got issues man
He got issues with me I hit triple
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
they got the best of me, I guess
(Swear to God this the only time I've used this flow)
I'm more than man, I died and I rose again
I left these holes
yet we still racist
God, skin color it don't even matter
But all these stupid hicks I live around they think it matter
Pressed because they think that
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis
Or come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy
In
for what it's worth and like i said it's all about the art an da game what's my mother fucking name..........<..rehab jimmy bitch rehab jimmy
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was Hailey
Leave and come in a Mercedes
God damn, I'm crazy with rabies
Fuckin' around with
about it, but now I'm 'bout to
What in God's name were you thinking?
Are you ready to face the truth?
It's okay Alex, come on out that closet
I'll only
the county seat
'Til I'm in some Bounty sheets
Need to Respect your elders
Its Robert Downey Senior Week
Zenith peak, scenic Greek, architecture in my suite
it
Got a message from God heaven too crowded
But I say hey young world you've never looked betta'
And I heard change start with man in the mirror
let them get sh-- off you
So glad I got my mama's name
Will Smith I was born to reign
Tell Newark's old guard to get it's sh-- together
Cause we don't
for this man overflows to his fans
It's time I educate these idiots
The best that I can
They're so amused by his abuse of rap music
I'll have to craft
down by that racist shit.
Oh no, I can't live like that. 'Cause that life is wack.
You got a black mark on your face. Paint it.
You dissed
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
and trust me, things, they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak, I need to split it up in seven parts
verses from the Abstract Rude, that's my dude
We don't post much, we keep it moving no crutch (What?)
We got enough pimp to my strut
The recipe for
hick-ups
But your God fights you only spar
Facing drama and trauma like you're on E.R.
But you're victorious in fact already glorious
God said it, I'm just
proceed, Arnold
When you fib, there's a price
Ehh, this it bullshit!
The story I have been told is that the way to cure AIDS
is by sleeping with
to god I don't fuck with that nigga
Lines were crossed and I aint hear apologies
It's one thing to try me and be my goddamn elder
Another thing to try me
ain't that accurate
I give it up to God, all that, love and attachment, get
Scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy
Like how these niggas
(Freebase)
I'm a shoot that mutherfucker till it get tired (Freebase)
Big dually truck got six tires (Freebase)
Big ties wanna rhyme mixtapes (Freebase)
here
Give you the blues fuckin' with this man over here
Talk it like I walk it, Hatas be cautious
When God call me home, Mama don't shed a tear
But if
a duck nigga in the face with the uppercut
What the fuck? Y'all niggas do it the mic ruin
Your life by screwing, your wife now cruising
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