Lyrics:
some fair play dare says
Another rapper shooting me down
When the top 40 pop stars stealing the sound
Do the math every genre was inspired by blacks
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
the age of six I knew the name would ring a bell
In six more years to wonder what the time could tell
That's 666 still no signs of a three-sixty deal
the diamond that's rose from the mud
Everyday I evolve
Is that way too much
Got the weight on my shoulders
Is that way too much
Keep moving forward
But
racing not a drag one
I forgot to take my pills, now we know why that's dumb
Seeing people laugh at these bars is like a pesticide
Considering what bugs
He's got a new one out now, I don't even know what it's about
But I'll see him in anything so I'll stand in line
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville
That they actually mean civil or fair
Was a two way street
If us young mads would just
Meet them halfway
Raise our voices poised and pray every now
would've known that she used to strip
I know
Success really tastes great
Gotta whole ocean boys wanna sip
I know
Same face a nigga make when he realize he
trying, starring up in our star gliding
Posted up in that gold mine and my whole mind is on cloud nine.
They don't need thumbs up, no co-sign, these dumb
enemy it’s a test
And i’m failing that, feeling on your body on top of mine is prevailing that
Whenever you’re here you’re my weakness
This isn’t clear
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
(Come here!)
You failing like Sybase
The only time you get big is right before you dilate
Check your mail, new message
My chromosome is XY, yours is two
I be sorry toy
What it ain't, What it is?
Even if you gotta live
I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill
I
Yup, I rep the few that
Could sell you their life story in two acts, from New Yack
The he who would find glory and knew that
I started in
Silhouettes foreshadow my untimely end
Psilocybin Ego death in battle with my minds regrets
What did you expect
Silenced by pseudo-Feds
To grow I had to use
What the fuck is left to say
Haven’t hit my phone up in a week or two that’s something new
All of the resistance made for distance, keeping space from
thing in your mouth
Bust down, diamonds on the face, you see me now
Hush now, don't care what you say, I'ma put it out
Like EA, we really in the game, we
stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved
Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall
What's your baby's shoe size? Could
I be sorry toy
What it ain't, What it is?
Even if you gotta live
I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill
I
I be sorry toy
What it ain't, What it is?
Even if you gotta live
I learned that apartment is way more exciting than a big ass house on a hill
I
Think I am or was
Soul cleansed and changed
By the tears of doves
Fly away fly away
Peaceful sleep would be the
Perfect ending to any day
Till I say what
a reflection of his greed -
A new type of tribal warfare of the egos that it feeds.
We could let it be - but war would supersede,
And that would be a seed
show you my pain is yours
You could get what you love, be a chain in cause
You alive right now
There's so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast,
the car similar to a saunas, in my diamonds
And my principal is to study drama
Look what happened in Manhattan
A couple of years ago, when guns started
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