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To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my |
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To all my peoples that passed away |
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Uh huh To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my |
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To to to, |
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Free sanity and wings as they cast away [Verse 1: Armageddon] |
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Sometimes |
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I envious on peoples that past away |
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They so synonm, there wings being cast away |
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I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake |
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I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith |
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They say I'm deep and too complex for rap |
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But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats |
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So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that |
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But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back |
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They take this shit that they don't understand and call it wack |
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Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap |
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But y'all running in circles working the same old act |
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And I done reaching at a level, but |
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I'm wrong for that |
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And I ain't bitching, |
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I'm just tryna let you know where |
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I'm at I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps |
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I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life |
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He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light |
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I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs |
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Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love 85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys |
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Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys |
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And bitches do it too, get deffensive and peranoid |
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See everybody wanna have some power to exploit |
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Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point |
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Me or you homes, |
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I hope you following this joint [Hook: Tony Sunshine] |
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I need a Stress free, peaceful holiday |
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Just enough for me to see another day |
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To let the stars breathe |
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Easy for a day, |
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I feel all alone while the crowd keep chillin |
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All my mother fucking niggaz at? my niggaz who down to body a nigga in this motherfucker |
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All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers, holla at me man, let me know whatsup niggaz |
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Niggaz tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes |
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I just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind |
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Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time |
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I got books of all the shit |
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I wrote between all the crimes |
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Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what |
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I find Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine |
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And I ain't irrogant, |
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I'm just Intellectually pompous |
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Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish |
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This nigga dry snitching like he looking for sympathy |
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Nobody give a fuck about you or your history |
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Do you nigga? |
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Make some shit shop a deal |
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Cuz that hot shit you talkin could get you popped forreal |
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Take my advice, |
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I sugested like a cotton a meal |
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If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed |
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But, don't get me involved, |
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I don't owe you shit |
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The same goes for that little bitch thats all on my dick |
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Your all just a bunch of misserable fucks |
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Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up |
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It's so sad, |
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I wish that |
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I could cry for him and her |
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I'm busy mastering this ?? tryna stay up |
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And their ain't no looking back, |
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I got my crazy mind made up |
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My nigga L home just in time to witness me bust |
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Niggaz say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup |
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Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these niggaz how to really give up [Hook] |
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All my real ass niggaz at? |
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All my motherfucking riders, all my bitches in this motherfucker |
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All the niggaz wit money, the niggaz who ain't afraid to kill a nigga, holla at a nigga, let me know where you niggaz at nigga |
