all these hurting moves, I really wish that I had time left to improve. But as I?m lying here imagining figures in the concrete ceiling above, I realize, this is my last day
my last day. Now all this is perfectly clear and it feel s like I 'm going insane. Lying here still fully awaiting the darkness to take me away from this pain. This is my
someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block
G' But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down tha barrell of my 9 Get up Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat To my brothers on tha block
i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instincts
chemists ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my wrist I got my degree in the concreate of S.C
niggers, hey what's up? Black... vehicles, nobody knows stuff. I raised the head in the last day, The... was... by the last fist. I was acquitted in the last
I had my shirt soaked. I was so provoked, and I had my heart broke. But I kept on pushing and being consistent. He said I love you to my brother and looked
to do my shows And look, I was 17 - when I signed my first contract And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt from that And til this
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain Stay in your lane, broke back ain't the way of the game My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring My
peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on
ya cause i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the crime with nothing to eat So my natural
'cause I been in many schools for this 'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the crime with nothing to eat So my natural
nigga when doin' times get critical Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical Now I'm in this room, coughing and raising my genitals Behind bars, fist
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my
in arraignment I'm level basement incarcerated tracks to my advanced Romance dig in your earlobe enhanced rivoting soul stance Every day's my last chance
when I've sweated on my farewell stage, when I've wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book, when I get the last nod of approval from my family, this
