I'm losing control For my condition there's no hope For one part of me I know ... Oh... Devotion the mania for fame brought me to this No, he returns
call me Mr. Murda-mo Get ??, burn the whole store down all by myself ?? for fuckin with the Bone flow Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta roll And
they place and they did it. We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!). Rest and silent hood living. (lifted?) They feel me resonate
the birds To bring you the message Life's too exhausting and That makes you untouchable Death's so insignificant And that makes me too play the game Blood's so wasteful and
to my friends and get wise with myself Cause I'm impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees And
: At the very first sound There was just light And then, a storm Of time and space Just came and struck Created our time In water life We understand
Faygo 2 liter for myself Walked out the store like a cheap ass when I heard The click-click sound of a mossberg The store owner he didn't like a beat and
ll dare you Come out You coward Now it's me or you He gleams like a star And the sound of his horn's Like a raging storm Proudly the high lord Challenges
sound of EWF and they do it like nobody else hyped up like myself yeah! chorus rap: hold on baby, wait a minute so give it to me and come my way and
go and get his lawyer Cause he really wanna sue me Take the bitch route, cause he know he cannot do me Know he can't outdo me in the records or the movies
to stare, five stories down, basketball courts, shot up playgrounds and I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and
and them TV shows I all had that snatched from me And all the faculties all turn their back on me And didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally actually
t shit and I fucking knew it Walk down to the old liquor store To grab me a bottle of that old funky wine I'm gonna drink it all by myself Ain't nobody
me roses I'm nasty and iced up, call me Nicisty On a bike or in a truck, yeah what you like me Shoes, bags call me Parda Haters never mess wit me, don
what you like me Shoes, bags call me Parda Haters never mess wit me, don't call me nuda (Ha-Ha) I sip dun, call me Lady Don Rock leather on my Harley,
me say I'd wait for all the dark clouds bursting in a perfect sky You promised me when you said goodbye That you'd return when the storm was done And
