Lyrics:
Well, once I was a stone, many years ago
Into a pool was thrown, many years ago
Time went by and the pool ran dry
Excavated was I, and tempered
fights to drive bys
I be out there late night and I'm might die
So when I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags and fags
Who
a million from the claims to left and right?
Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze?
But Hard-Luck Smith was hoodoo-proof--he knew
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
dreams dat
Dey hope die
Niggaz still dirty
They soaps dry
I'm fine I don't need u
To cosign
I went to school wit no coat
(Cold)
Most uh my junior year
Three:]
Well, it's the niggaole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
Down a steady
We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black
on her feet
Seen her 3 times this week
If she passes by then I'll speak
I came up and made my introduction
First and last name said my government
Seen you
can’t blame the coach who benched my ass my junior year
And don’t forget the girl that broke my heart and wrecked my plans
‘cause they made me who I am
will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you
friends that used to walk together with me
Now we walk by each other like we lost our memories
I'll see you again someday
We'll catch up and go back
near the minor
That was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina
By Ninety I was already a crack legend
Pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac
and Yono they were strictly in love
Bound to happen in a million years they
Were together, man unfortunatimetable
They seemed to have previous experience
kings tower
And this nigga's uncool, I knew Junior was really a stan
Yeah, you been advised by the Chief
Trying to box with God, you minimizing your
by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
thinking how I miss
My happiness
A million years it seems
Have gone by since we shared our dreams
But I'll hold you again
There'll be no blue memories
thinking how I miss
My happiness
A million years it seems
Have gone by since we shared our dreams
But I'll hold you again
There'll be no blue memories
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
Hmmmmm, it's about that time of the year anyway. Hahahaha!
Well! You despicable heathenistic civilictic god knows what else... mumbling jumbling oooh big
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Yeah
Buck Junior
Check me out
I got an EP on the way
It's called 'Blue Magic'
Give me couple years the tape gon' be a fuckin' classic
I seen Bam
crazy that I've performed in
Front of millions of people
Since I was 8 years old
But for some reason I was
Nervous as hell rapping has always
Been second
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