Lyrics:
where I can be with whatever
The type of money where we can get a crib together
The type of money where we can have a kid together
Stay by side til
You sang emotion like the magic you don't ever see
I could have sat there listening forever
You were all that and more than I could ask for when I
Never happy anymore, that's as if you couldn't tell
I can't take it anymore, but I'm too proud to ask for help
All this pain inside can't be repaired by
, tell him his dad has the kid
Already died for the kid, came back alive for the kid
Yuh, the name of the game is survival again
Like when the Bible
gotta scratch them ticks
Ain't rich but I might be
And I'mma shoot these flicks I'mma turn these tricks anything for a slight fee
Yea made in America
Standing by the elevator
Feeling gloomy and down
Waiting for the flashing light
To lift me up from the ground
Then the elevator opened
And I
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean?
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Queens Day, cash
remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin' down kids for playin' hookie
You see Roy is the type of ne-gro
With a alter-ego that's illegal
for seven days
And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light
Of the Sun, that's killin off villains by the ton
Sealin all the doors
in the ass
If she ever says we
Made a kid when I make it
I'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck
And try to break it!
Cause I knew I wore a fucking
texts
Spy the kids habits ain't no Juni Cortez
See it’s only after buildin' when feelin's can be so complex
A structure made of purest emotion
fucking live for?
They watch other
People chasing success
And they decide to destroy
What a poor kid is building
Okay it's me P Jay
I play too much
But I
surrounding me
So I'm sitting here praying for silence
They don't like my spit, never fit their image
They forgot that we were here since the beginning
Black
oceans for emotions, sick
Got me shaking his hand with an open fist
What's he notice in my
Grasp besides the calluses?
A soul that's trapped by
My mind's
more than your hands could hold
I've learned that was a metaphor you said for when getting old
Man, time will really go an make a kid change
I never got
trick or treating
Robbin' little kids for sacks
[Unknown] got behind our ass
Broke the fuck out and said late
Skate to my house sucker sittin down
Was loved for the lyrics I spit, those times were the dearest to my ego and id
Now I'm making my beats, I'm making a mess, I'm taking my time, I'm
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
a new day
Taking one step at a time
You were what I needed
I was falling
Hiding my emotion
You made me see the truth
Your love was what I needed
was the devil himself
Tells me if I choose to join him we'll be conquering shit
Guess he thought I was a kid who's gonna fall for his trick
Give him my
it
By the smell on the skunk
It's the funk we blow it
So split the mud and reach for the sack
Ease up your mind never look back
Inhale deeply
Manson, I'm a muthafuckin' thriller
Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer
Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did
Mom
Like no problemo
Until I heard kiddies
Who dissin' on they demos
Not just that
Go on the net
Phat Fam dissed by Bobby
Little sick kid
Who surf porn
that went on by coming back alone to this empty room
The time that we had was like alchemy I'm on a balcony but no view
Trust when the sun goes down for
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