you know I had my fingers crossed Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein' scared of a nigga That breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like
burns will last like time elapse as you wear your strings wired of collapse coiledso tight i swear your arms looks like wings loosen lines that will make
& Pharrell Yessur! S-Choir and GQ Dont kid yourself trying to save me too Rigged yourself of thinking that me is you you aint me and nigga you cant
piped in the side So I cypher some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we ride Better yet like pilots we fly Trust me you be flyin' all high Like a bunch of
can't pay your bail Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think I'm the wrong one to lie to Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU
his hand decidin' he'd rather freestyle "You have the right to remain silent" "You have the right to remain silent" An' maybe you should have, maybe you
healing That swallows us whole The air cuts like glass And you taste like winter And how long will you last? Forever And congratulations You've become what you
you and me, we're not so crazy Michael Bolton Celine Dion Air Supply And now, me Love songs suck and fairy tales aren't true And happy ending Hollywood is not for me
You'll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the mass I'm comin' like the taxman for all their business
just like Mary J. Honeys at the bar sippin' Alaze Cru and Lox is your hair remain, I know you brailin' me, baby Yogi's in the lead, you're trailin' me
you How your contempt is renewed The train of thought running here Makes me see all too clear How I'm like everyone I can remember I knew Trapped Supply
if you wish upon a star Throwing stones against your windows Don't pretend you're not at home You can meet me if you want me But I'd like to meet you
alight from the heat we supply Voltage on high elements elevate to the sky Derive the means like slim But never shady on premier Cultivating, Navigating, air
you're not eaten you'll be sold!!! run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin) god of you sick zombies so lay me (with the motherfuckin)
your own clothes, fly on your own trips You a big girl, you buy your own shit Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip No leasing yours, you like
s weaves put together This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply With a war
in my necklace Look up in the sky and tell me what you see The clouds, no nigga, not me I see opportunity, I'm a opportunist Nigga, you heard what I
land? I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings (well, you're right) grip your