Lyrics:
genesee
Pathetic, I know, but sometimes I still like to park on that street
And have lunch in the car just to feel close to you
I was once in love
back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
to go
I can't even fade 'em
Yeah, so what you gon' do, man?
I oughtta bust 'em in the back of they head
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies
Close my eyes, feel like I'm going down
In an elevator at 90 miles an hour
And all I see is stars and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower
tell she only had a drink to suppress all the things in her head
She looked so sad, there were tears in my eyes that I had to hold back
So I went to bed
the feds huntin' me down instead
I said I be in my head thinkin' deep bout a check
Thinking if I'm dead will I be out of my stress?
Look in my eyes
Luigi
Ran interstate
Like cardio
But I'm always back in my city
Baking
Texas T out in Dayton
N***** know that Smoak get griddy
K6 out LA
Bout to turn me
what it's like
Nobody gonna listen
Ain't nobody gon care
Put a hole in your head
Dream of the dead
Sleep in a coffin that I call a bed
Eye for an eye
random
Left me for dead I was stranded
Back from the dead
Could put cash on your head
Hope you lay in that bed feel abandoned
I do not have all the answers
Look how much man dead 'round these parts
I'm still here
In my chest there's a strong beating heart
I'm still here
I can throw my head back and laugh
Taking the rented car back to Econo
But the backlight bust an' the axle bend
I knew they would wound me with price
Knew I shoulda gone down in
the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm
a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how can I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"
I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin' eggs at them chicken heads, beggin' on the curb
pull my name from a hat
I can't help thinking how we could have been, got me feeling bad
You caught my eye, I saw you smiling back through your mask
You
back
Once my feet have left the ledge
And in the rush I hear a voice
That's telling me it's time to take the leap of faith
So here I go
I'm diving
patient (I was bein' patient)
I was sittin' back, programmin' my brain, I was in trainin' (Yeah)
I be in my coupe, Maybach and I ain't have to trade it
I'm not the party boy
Have you forgotten
The look inside my eyes
When all was ... shit
You feel alone
Every single second?
Your world collapse
words of wisdom.
The Champion nods in agreement,
and heads into the woods to set up for his third shot
which he will have to play out of a dreadfully
bone it's on
It's so strong, niggas in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin'
Tongue kissin' as I hit it from the back
With the bed ringin'
I think it scares him when I speed
I told him buckle up and hug the seat your goin on a ride with me
Never mind the radio my musics what we hear in
You can't win, you fall in, get too attached
You wanna be where I'm at, feelin' me without climax
Nails diggin' in my back, head board outta wack
What
Oh, there was Heaven in your eyes
I was not baptized
Everything's alright when
She calls me back, she calls me back
Lost for a long time
Two
off the street Nigga
That’s finna pop
Should I jump back In these Struggles
Go to back to a block
Or should I head to Cali solo
At the top of the top
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