Oh I swear
All I ever wanted was to be somebody
My reefer cloudy, lost to each assignment
Making beats and rhyming so proceed to find me
My speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge"
But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens
Grievance foul, reaper loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You fraudulent, I'm selling drugs
Where's my love? hit my plug
This is for my 40 busta's holding crutches
Cause they know they hustlers
While the man is tryna hold the clutches
I drank a whole 8 bottles man I won't discuss this
Cause even if it's champagne better know your substance
Fancy nigga's stuck on a brand name
Any day it's all we order champagne
I'm talking shit for my fans sake
I give a fuck about who can't relate I'm every last skate
I paint the picture for peace
Large wishes dismembered in several scenes
I'm cupid with chemistry
You're degenerate, generously
Poor me, poor, poor me
Got them hooked one time
So I gotta oldie
[Hook: Meechy Darko]
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns
Put a drip in a (?) if you want it son
For them chips I be down and I run at you
Yeahhhhh
I'm painting portraits while engulfers spend it
I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous woman
Pave the future for (?) as I'm contributing my two cents So I'm a nuisance
Producing and I tighten the load, like it's a nuisance
Who's this? not for amusement, I'm never clueless
I do this but never foolish, you (?) and that's what (?) is
My crew is cool as the Fonz and your Ferris Bueller
No honouring my medulla
No time for your common coonary
Prognoses was doses of mean rock
Dreaming I been thugging like when Afeni conceived Pac
Papa told me fame would only flood my brain
So when you washed up is when you focus on these lames
Money, motive and music my main objective is this
I'm pushing the envelope and I still give that for the kids
Mind, soul and spirit
Concious because I'm near it
The whisper is my mirror to all my merit's
So fuck you if you never hear it nigga
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns
Put a drip in a (?) if you want it son
For them chips I be down and I run at you
Yeahhhhh
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns
Put a drip in a (?) if you want it son
For them chips I be down and I run at you
Yeahhhhh
All I ever want to do is
Sit back, blow sacks, bump my new shit
Ahhhh
All I ever want to do is
Sit back, blow sacks, bump my new shit
Uh
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV screens
Chasing the fucking dream
Living it at the scene
Never I'm fucking clean
Never this obscene
The green like six teens
Flip O's a machine
A vaccine I'm poison
Got guns like marines
Smoke good the routine
Loving that pussy
Juicy the top dog, juicy like hot sauce
Juicy like A I, break necks like NY
I flow it the Hulk Hogans
Blow it the best
Hold the composure, pet bring the coffin
Death will consalt ya
Remember me blessing you fools with my energy
Blessing you fools with my energy
Remember me blessing you fools with my energy
My energy
Moving through life like there ain't no tomorrow
Blazing all these mics like show-time at Apollo
Thinking bout my life full circle and the sorrow
Gotta get the C.R.E.A.M money, motivations greens galore
I like that shit raw, tell me how that shit feel
Living legend, 20 something, imagine how my dick feel
God damn it how does all my shit feel
Men win and men lose, sometimes a friend too
Steaming on the tops, I'm never stealth from the fuck
I've never felt like I'm not
Swagger it's in my fruits
New York we the greatest, these rap niggas hate us
Most you niggas wanna be us, I can see it in they faces
They like the same sense, seventeen beating cases
Same drugs and same names, different places
Same kick game perspective just switch lanes
Been hot for 4 years, my nigga I zip blaze
A true meaning it seems, underground kings
Still high without my wings, survive and still got dream
Equality and loyal over fallacies and more
And where I come from the hood nigga's still poor
Pour another bottle fuck America's dream
Do it for your family or life ain't what it seems
Get it how you get it or album sales wouldn't matter
Still running through you niggas like a mother fucking (?)
I was conceived under the rubble of the building
And I'm gonna see you every single time im in Salt Lake City for the rest of my life
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