me to do is turn my back. My suffering. For everytime I was ignored. inside my mind you explored, searching for my weakness to consume every last portion of my
for me to do is turn my back. My suffering. For everytime I was ignored. inside my mind you explored, searching for my weakness to consume every last portion of my
my brain But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The
ughh Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table Niggas I don't know, rollin' 'dro Optimo', blow you
cause all i see is suicide receiving me by my tec9 although my tattoo reads 'no more pain' lately i feel the needle hit me up in vein most of my real
priest] A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold Seven men with shields of david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue
i told my heart to chill out all i need is guts drake im bout to stay faithfull in a world full of sluts Chorus: And if you think your on my level then
re mine/ I would never bite my niggas or hide my niggas, just continue writin' my niggas, you're all my life/ My niggas, I love my niggas/ I could do
Pay for a look at your bones? You've got to be kidding me Does this mean that I'll never be a saint? With my pockets full of platitudes And my
treating everybody like a charity I may have sold my soul - but I won't part with my sanity. I was a schizophrenic - my better half left home, the Samaritans
one tag, two tag, kaboom Let 'em feel the paint, don't count 'em out too soon Let 'em hit the mat, then pick 'em up on 2, Suffer, pain, hurt, you're through
suffer My rhymes keep your mind stimulated like a la puffer Yo this life is type bugged, I'm surrounded by dope fiends and thugs But I'ma still maintain my
ya think I'ma still let ya breathe I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking Blow the top
my hoes cause I'm a liar Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's and I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster, if I pull it out my holster
my man child walk Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank' visor, world tranquilizer Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow
gotta risk my life to win i've been driving southwest forever and watched the hours pass like days but now my blood is runnin' cold and my fear , that
to fucking know what drives my impulses to deliver a lethal blow to this fucking world... ignorance fuck humanity it's fucking mind-blowing all you motherfuckers are my
