Once upon a time Thought I was the nicest guy I knew I thought I knew who I was Then again so did you And the years fly by Like a dream I couldnt grasp
I've felt dignified fortune before But the luck's not on my side today Burnt out, can't remember the score Success and reality have gone their separate
Feed me, fix me Please stop the shaking taking over me Please set me free The aching, the yearning Is all that's left of me My blood runs thin Make me
a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip We two different niggas, I'm servin', he sniffing his And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting
wished and dreamed You was more than just a fish on string Earned a crown that was fit for queens, you a fix for feens Know what I mean? Got a dude sick
I'm gettin' on without you Somebody passed and asked me about you Was in the back of the cab the other day Swear to God I saw you walking passed the other
all accept in the same tired way The gentle shift of continuous change We confuse all the things that we say to ourselves To the things we say to each other
tryna make this rap shit work 'Cause I'm getting tired of the moving packed shift work So let me rap a quick spliff first then link BOB Then I slap a quick sick
thereafter These three assassins get to ass whipping Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts, spit, hollow tip clips mainly Sick, ain'
the somber We always stand guard over the late shift The cause and effect of the light and the mist In the world of mixtapes and other sick breaks,
some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (Other side of town) And wait for the po-po shift to change
empty In the north end of town My own children are grown But I was raised up on the other In the wee hours of youth My mother took sick And I was brought
is empty In the north end of town, my own children are grown Well, I was raised on the other In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick And I was
Was I raised to be lowered? I was raised to be lowered Was I raised to be lowered? Hallelujah, all these other suckas make me sick Inshallah we've come
like you, didn't care if people didn't like you. you wanna bang, I wanna bang too, Skyline Pyrue. You woulda died, I woulda died too. You went to prison, got sick
was on yo' back Dead that, this vigilante wit' swords gon' come and chop down yo' facts I stand amongst he square with a youth, phony prevail Anythin' other
your photos reinforce so simply I?m a no one in a lone frame of what makes you and me I can?t believe how quickly I fell just the other day I rang the
