in the place I can deal with you don't like the drum And the bass if you can deal with a mother fuckin' gun in your face I can't get with it, record
in the rain I'm an angel but the devil's Possessing my brain [repeat 2x] [3rd verse] Some times I wonder How did I survive With all this drama in
To brothers an APB out on the next Fredrick Douglass I'm sort of a saint, you think I ain't With skills to paint, with my third eye You're tranked From
with rags for my waves Flipmode be the unit, now I'm playin' for the Braves I'm hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter I used to play scully
we do. Runnin' with a nigga with finger on his trigger, when I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition. Hit 'em with the bullet and I really meant to get
off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha vibe that I be gettin makin wantin get cha spit'n yall
tell, never told Darts I throw like Clyde with the finger roll Clut shots an' what not this is where the buck stops Still can't eat and y'all still can
quit it for a digit, die for it 'cause I live it Before I let go, have correct dough I bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro
Lynch Mirror, mirror what you see? Have I still got those dark clouds over me? Or am I really feeling what I feel? The last days of the Devil's deal
New Orleans. I ball hard. So I'm a ball hogger. And I go hard and I dunk like Vince Carter. I hustle harder. I live in the Carter. I think forward, All I
the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest That's the least I deserve for the love that I've shed I
everywhere we are You sure to see stars. This is high level not eye level, My bezzle courtesy of Audemars I order yours tomorrow now look at the time I
sense, adjusting levels and all They grew up together from pre-k to high school Winters in the snow, summers in the pool He?s and athlete, she?s an actress
what I'm sayin, I'm a real man, I take care of my Home, I take care of my kids, Pay all my bills, I mean I ain't Gone lie, I may check a little Female
I used to write 'cause it was appropriate But now I feel like I gotta write for industries and associates Some years back I found a pillow to scream into I
the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
With my rimz and tirez I ain't never seen Kevlar flesh Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin' and fuckin' with death I was taught to stick with the right and
We all tried to share your point of view Before we set the wheels in motion and launched into the ocean All aboard, the sinking ship is leaving With all