Lyrics:
'm better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send
Had to break apart from the life I was livin
Went to work then came home staring at the ceiling
Drowning in my feelings but no way to get it out
I
create
Boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
(aaahh) the couple stacks I would make with
The MAC on my waist
I could send
You ain't missing nothing holmes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
On everything
My uncle did a decade,
Came home, hit the ground runnin'
a reason for a hand out
Doctor told me ain't nothing in my vein but the 6
I can never changed I'm remaining legit
Came in the game no name just a pen
Y’all
mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I
a drink every now and again
And when I go I go hard but smoking your mind
To mush in your bedroom that's just bizarre
Now one day oscar comes home when
different just didn't sit right
I went from studying Maori to the Bible and Jesus Christ
And went from rolling in bushes to being surrounded by city lights
side that's all that I need
Girl I feel at home with you
No matter whatever we're going through
Still holding you like I'm supposed to do
Baby just get
uncle, you still know when I don't feel
And I tote a Smith & Wesson, not a Smith and Will
I heard everything you said, you just mad a nigga here
Outfits
on it as well
So, it looked liked we were just floating in an abyss
Honestly, when I see her face I just smile, I guess
I mean, our cars came
you fittin' in when you squares ain't around
Got some bands in my account that I like to keep account
Just to count up the amount gotta weigh it by
I came back from the dead with a lot of fire
This a dragon’s nest, ain’t no cease fire
Came from raising hell with a devil’s
the property
There was no one walking alongside, it was just me
I had the power to defend both Ozzy and his creed
Then Deron responded by asking me defiantly
“Is
but who do you think got the dough?
Take a look at that pilgrim passin' by
He's lookin' for love, I can see it in his eyes
He's runnin' 'round in
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down (yeah), I break it on down
I just came from the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, six
through music shit
It be some real thugs I grew up with
Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast
Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we
not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First
one political bent
because I'm just a musician, not a political person
I did that for a while and I'm out
So I came from a really racist place
I didn't
I got a play for like 2 em, Walk in the spot and I go get a few of em
Curb, servin , Pulloff, I'm catching that jugg , go home and I count up
wanna taste
Just give me the time and give me the place
Gotta wake up and count my cake
On time just like a Rolex
All these bitches want to play
Had
His eyes bloodshot red
I watched him as he took a fifth of Henny to the head in memory of his brother
Reminiscing on them playing Sega with each
your love stowed
When I'm with you only time that I feel at home
Now my queen is my best friend just hope that time slows
We're not racing for the end
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