Lyrics:
I'm young and I'm old
I'm rich and I'm poor
I feel like I've been on this earth many times before
Once I was a white Gazelle
On horse back riding
Look down on me if you want to, oh baby
You can count me out, don't count along
I've lost my taste for love before
It goes away, but it don't stay
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man
friends /
so /
what we waiting for, we just getting older /
last time i saw you i wish i told ya /
before too long this could all be over /
last time i saw
yeah
Tell grandma I said, 我有啊有啊有 (我有啊有啊有!）
Ay, that's right, bitch, I know, I know, I know (I know, I know, I know!)
Took some time, just to find my
thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Maybe one day
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
eleven years old
I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just
case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like
the sweet by and by" (in the sweet, by and by)
Then we'd sing, "I'm on my way to Canaan's Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals
the sweet by and by" (in the sweet, by and by)
Then we'd sing, "I'm on my way to Canaan's Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
fit
Work them kis like it's Bow-Flex
On a stairmaster tryna climb
We need progress
Old lady screamin' somethin' comin'
She see more death
My brother's
the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless it was just like a movie
It was just
Sadness my old friend
Or will you leave by dawn
Sadness my old friend
Won't you make yourself at home
Before you're gone
If you need to cry
Won't bother
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
the Victor hand me my medal
20 years and I'm stuck in time
Repeating the same old damn crime
Over and over writing the same rhyme
By now I should get with
classical and twilight strolls
Before I retire, fuck it, before I'm hired
Before milestones acquired, in my time in this rap shit
Before my businessman's on,
I'm back in my hometown hometown
Coming back to see my old grounds old grounds
I really need to find a new sound new sound
Before I'm stuck here for
to me
This is my impression
When you leave
Which I had to conceive
You were my suppression
Can't you see
You were a burden to me
This is my impression
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
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