Lyrics:
or what I do
Nigga get out my way
I been seeing people different
I don't see them the same
Worried about what I'm doing
Nigga stay in your lane
By
wants revenge
She just wants revenge
She just wants revenge
She just wants revenge
It's the same old story
Repeated every morning
It's getting tired
I
told that life is change and yet history remains
Does it always stay the same?
Or do we shrug it off and say, "Only God knows"?
By and by, somebody
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
old I'm shootin' sawed off
These big booty chickens got suckers turnin' necks
Project Pat, Dirty South, welcome to the projects
I was raised in
knows just how that story ends
He was born in South Milwaukee
I should mention his name is Kyle
He said most times I just listen
But tonight I'm gonna
down in Florida so I fled to Tennessee
Don't judge a book by a cover I got a long story
The voices saying that they coming to get me but I am not worried
Like I'm so motherfuckin' hungry
Man my head hurt
I had to get myself together
Make my head work but at the same time
Keep my rap career first
But
to move to south beach
Same number that you can't reach
Brand Dretti, I been ballin'
I don't even put rims on it
Cut the check I need M's on it
Hottest
is life up in the south
If you got it take that route
I won’t hesitate no doubt
I come from a rugged city here we call it that Op
Where we surrounded
South niggaz, yo we got mad game
And we both, from the ghetto, so we kick it the same
You call your weed chronic, we call our weed hydro
You call
I feel the pain
Wish for the day
That I could say
Imma runaway
Away from the pain
Living my name
Held by the chains
Of being the same
I'm dragged by
Smooth it out
This is a story about a drifter
Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town
Who never planned on having someday
Why me
up stories like bedtime
Old mayor 'bout to face fed time
Agin' like red wine, me, I'ma age like water
When it's all done, I'ma head to the Father
Worked all his life in the rail yards
Summer heat, winter cold
He sits by the fire, this year he'll retire
He don't really feel all that old
same old story
Took by the same old fourty
Twenty forty years
Same old shawty that you knew from the East
On 91st with Cory
Starting to feel like this
of mine sound the same
Fame is not needed to acquire great wealth
Pick pocket posse pick up the pace you need help
Sucker, you better step to the stand
Never hear bout The Prince of Peace
Prince of north, south, west and east
Ah di same prince did trample the beast
Haile Selassie I speak
Alright den
Dem
game is so cold
Saints & Heathens
Live by the code
That's all that we know
Angels & demons
Beauties & Beasts
Bitches & hoes
Prisons & prescients
Stay
was once Creation
How the mighty have been tamed
Left behind, like every line now in my story
Are her golden days of glory
But now nothing is the same
enough to fall a million times and claim persistence
But I'm old enough to taste the consequences of commitment
And if I die tomorrow my story be tied with
This perfect moment moment will soon be leaving me
Suzanne calls from Boston the coffee's hot the corn is high
And that same sun that warms your
to the games
But how can these people be saying were even, were not the same?
And how do these people go by every day when they're stuck to the frame?
I used
day
So, let's go next to chapter 2
A bit of a sadder case at this time, but this is nothing new
It's just the same old story
Remember, just a story
But
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