Lyrics:
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face
on the grind again
Everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin' pinky ring
I'm actin' like a king
I'm sittin' in my throne
With my roll on, get my grub
to see
The penitentiary way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face when he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
when I cop my ride (bow, bow, bow)
That's why the opps them just wanna take my life
Before the music, had to put a shift in
Made Lambo money from
to get by by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body Like hoola-hoops Mami told
, by the dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the rugger will circle round your body like hoola-hoops
Mami told me
through your life and music
What it looks like to cling to
Jesus in a broken world and In doing this
You will show the world that Jesus Christ
Is faithful,
rock
Get you a saucer the razor go chop
Get you a Glock and invest in a block
Set up ya shop, dare 'em to pop
Fucked by the cop, jacked his ass with
[Verse Two: Black Thought]
In my formitive by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints
Music and moonlight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Good friends and long nights (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It will be alright
April 2nd 1939, the stars is in line
Divine intervention at it's own intention
Birthed a gift
In this DC kid
He sung heavenly
Good values
don't like your atitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come
to the music for the vocals
I prefer Phil Collins solo, 'cause its the only thing that calms me down after I murder someone
The Oscars failed us by not saving
some degenerates
That's why we are trying to get out of the system by making music til' the end of it
I want to be a professional rapper, but not for my
bright my chord
Answer the echo
Of my lonely soul
One kiss, beating heart
Sidestepping composure
Rhythm throbbed
In moments
Music sounds changed
But One
But it all fades away when I'm rubbing on her
Hand
My mind's in a constant countess
Every day she flips but the cash is worth the cost
She says I get
Quickstart like I spawned at the checkpoint
This music like a line ain't no endpoint
You ain't gonna make it far with a clip joint
Make a mistake
of the tracks
And yea, I got the radio on; it's playing all my favorite songs today
Hookie; I'm playing hookie
Hookie; music hookie
I couldn't let this pass me
without slowing down
In a way I get so much pleasure
When I recall my sweet memories
I feel no weight, I feel no pressure
I see paradise beyond my
don't wanna run, 'round and 'round in circles
I'm just gonna tell you that you're the one for me
I cannot believe you think I'm a stranger
Hear me once
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock
you feel open up and let it in
Understand it and get used to it You know you feel my music Because it's smooth
You know it's smooth
Its smooth like
I couldn’t help but stare as you graced the Metro
With your full-piece band
And I know you’re with someone else
But I long to take you by your hand
You better wear dark glasses
If you're going out tonight
I don't know what the chance is
You'll be blinded by a blinding light
Cos me, I like
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