Lyrics | Song Name |
The yam is the power that be, you can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street | |
I climax where you begin and then I end on cloud nine, and that's important when you morph into an angel in the sky | |
Wake up in the mornin', thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up, watch you a comedy, take a ****, then roll some weed up | |
I'm willin' to die for this ****, I done cried for this ****, might take a life for this **** | |
Shut your ****' mouth and get some cash, you bitch, you, you be in your feelings, I be in my bag, you bitch, you | |
I’ve been on the streets too long, looking at you from the outside in, they sing the same old song, about how they walls always the cleanest | |
And the world don't respect you, and the culture don't accept you, but you think it's all love | |
I done been down so long lost hope, I done came down so hard I slowed, honestly forever, all a real **** want | |
This how it is when you in the Matrix, dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow and stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go and sleepin' in a villa | |
Look at my life then look at yours, get some ambition, why you bored? | |
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You're living in a world that come with plan B, cause plan A never relay a guarantee, and plan C never could say just what it was, and your plans only can pan around love | |
I'm tryin' to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love | |
Eight doobies to the face, **** that, twelve bottles in the case, ****, **** that | |
Visions of Martin Luther staring at me, Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me | |
I call a bitch a bitch, a hoe a hoe, a woman a woman, I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt | |
Life to me, like a box of chocolate, quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious | |
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad', sleepin' in the living room of my momma's pad | |
Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life, painkillers only put me in the twilight, here pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight | |
Goddamn I feel amazin', damn I'm in the Matrix, my mind is livin' on cloud nine and this 9 is never on vacation | |
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss, New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York | |
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