Lyrics:
Two by two I bury them in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me, their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they'll
talk my shit until they knock on my door at three in the morn
Gun to the window like Malcolm if they want war
If they want war I got plenty in store
Pen
you a side of life you never seen (huh)
Cause even the king of trill needs himself a queen
[Chorus]
See all that listening to them hoes in your
Find a room to lock yourself in and close the door
It's some heavy concepts that we gotta explore
We gotta strip the word down rugged and raw
to shut my door, you know its way to many **** in there, yea
Ima hit the block, racks pokin'
Promise I wont bend and I aint folding
My dime piece, she get
and what is real
But who's that ghost who keeps walking by my door
I've never seen a girl look so good in thick-rimmed glasses before
And I feel her
from God knows who
Just to call and hang up after screaming , I love you.
From getting notes on my car in my carpark to under my apartment door
And nasty
Something good is taken long before
You'll ever know
Maybe counts for nothing, never take it slow
These words I shout out thru my front door
Detour
leave for like three months and six days
Never stick around to see shit change
Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin'
Seasons go by
{Neighbors, nobody loves you like we do
Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you
A public fit for the 21st century
Never before
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
I been on a wave before I got in the water
Neighbor don't like me fucking round with his daughter, that's fine
Dropped out of school But don't show
called me down for demonstration and that's what I call a sticky situation
She got me caught up in a place I've never been before
She said just relax you
the hockey rink
Think before you blink
Close your eyes
You dead
Deceased
Think I give a fuck
Man
My af1s they creased
Just like me in this game
I'm never gonna
on a sword
Writes a prayer on some paper and then he nails it to the door
Just the good of you may enter by the mercy of the lord
Listen not to what he
the danger
But does God still owe me favors
Back to work from a 9-5 been losing my sleep from it
No shame catch me in public I usually be bummin
Never chose
of the public
Forcing witness to mass decide
And ashen thrones
I live to stain internal walls with terror
Shadows of a dying realm
As I exist in a state
soul
I try to fight anything in my road
But I'm tryna do right by my mother's soul
I feel the devil outside knocking on my door
Promise ima do right by
broke it down
And finally got to the other side
It was the family that lived
Next door that were
Some of the voices in his head that night
He and his
But that'll never happen
Take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them
Trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly
Won't you spit that
consider the latter
Never a thought to reconsider
What actually matters
So now we find The King
In a drunken scene
Gathered by servants, soldiers, and his
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door
I just need you to understand that's the reason why I'm on this paper route
You getting manipulated by the ones you running to
I never understand
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