You motherfuckers better do job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, hold it, it's so nuts I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck But what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel the door smoke until the days end Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser Turn nothing to now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now pimp and get paper off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low we local, come on homie, we major
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Feeling better than some on a Sunday afternoon Better than a that say yes to soon Until you have a daughter, that's I call karma And you pray to god she don't breasts too soon. Projects to' up, gang is thrown up Niggas hats broke off how we grow up Why else you think shorty's write just to blow up? Get they first car and then IRS up He never had shit but he had that nine Nigga through flickin' and he had that shine Put two and two together in a little bad Gon' be a whole family on funeral line Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty through school all I want like wino's want they good whiskey I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my with me
You motherfuckers do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, so nuts I take a sip of yak, I want to fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me But really amazing is how I keep blazing Towel the door smoke until the days end Puff, puff then pass, fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser nothing to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best are green now pimp and get your paper High off the instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major
I heard the beat and I ain't know to write First line, it be about the hos or the ice? Four-four's or black Christ? Both would be nice Rap about big paper or the black plight At the studio console asked my man to the What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or He said, Nas, the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel Been 12 years since a nigga first signed Now I'm a free And I'm thinking time To build my own Motown Cause rappers be of executive 9 to 5s And it hurts to see these companies be the life And I love to my blood sweat and tears to the mic So y'all the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony King got killed I the livest niggas around longer than more than half of you clowns Look, I used to cook I had the game took way my change came like Sam Cooke.
Feeling better than I ever felt before Like better late than never is Still we can make it better throwing all cares away
You motherfuckers better do job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so I take a sip of that yak, I want to I take a hit of that chronic, it got me But really what's is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke the days end Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's chaser nothing to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now pimp and get paper High off the ground of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we