Lyrics:
Smokin on that private grown it put me were I belong
All about my cheese cheddar mozarella provolone
Fuck her for a hour long let her take a shower gon'
a smart poor child
There’s a nepotistic way we operate right now
Suppress social mobility private education
Dominates public life right across the nation
wack or reject it
Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it
I travel the nation by mostly plane
I travel New York by either cab or the train
Some say that
to wonder
This breaks my heart, each time I see the woman I don't know
And all the nations tell me is we're all the same way
In Berlin, in DC
Going south
mad
P-I-impim nation wide
Niggaz on ly left got my girls to the right
Betta have my mony or it's on tonight
Don't be mad
[Passion]
I'm that
mad
P-I-impim nation wide
Niggaz on ly left got my girls to the right
Betta have my mony or it's on tonight
Don't be mad
[Passion]
I'm that
encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that
the problem here
Isn’t this what you asked for
I was at the train again, plus be on your blocklist
Leanin’ by the gate, got me on my flashback
Way before all
heaven
Been hurtin' all my life, all I know is suffer
Been hustlin' all my life, all I know is struggle
At the age of six I learned how to flip
CD and DVD
Lyfe
Rod$ta
You should use your loses for some motivation
I made it my obligation running cross the nation
They delayed my flight I know Delta got
the days that gone by
I write with inspiration, with love for every nation
Yes, the hypnotic, Portuguese, Neurotic
From a land where they understand a man is
to wake a nation
I know it's hard man but I'm gone remain patient
Propaganda everywhere ya look dump my television
Went and put my nose up in a book, you
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
blind train
Unique individual, you can go read it in my name
Lives through out the map, chew out your rap
My crew 'bout to snap
Snap, snap, snap at any
nation
Yeah I'm patient
I need a doctor in these
Urgent situations
I need my fuckin
Haters
Just to make some fans
In this huge developing
Progression
Shit
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
doesn't like being made into mice
Started running their shmeal about love and dedication
How I should feel, as if I owe their nation my life
‘look boy' they
like the morning rush
I’m up by the mornings up
I’m flyer then private jet
They get no respect
All they want is sex
Calls still say collect
All I
feet like the feet of a deer
And makes me to stand on the heights
He trains my hands makes my arms bend a bow
With bows made of bronze we will fight
You
private planes
Be my honey dip
The one that never complain
I’ll be there girl wether bus or a train
Car or the boat
Helicopter or plane
Better yet
to every nation I do
Picked up that cross no hesitation got my new
King james steady open like a drive thru
This how we do it homie every time we slyde thru
I once loved a woman for her inspiration
My own private mona lisa
This woman loved me for imagination
My one true sweet believer
Makin' love by
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
of self
Shed a shell keep it movin factor
Sword swing it to the temple, mental state
Danger chamber, eighth yang slang, Wu-Tang
Train private soldiers in
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