Even if I was blindsided by mack trucks
In the side street, in the alley way, in a foreign city
I’d still make it back home
On a highway
No bulletins no street signs, no other cars, no radio, no satellite
I’d still make it back home
Look at me close I’m the perfect host you standin too close
So back up, you should never try to act up
The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy
One of a kind I throw a helluva line
My style is fender bendin’ sendin’ rappers to the pit stop
Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke
Music blastin’ and the Arab V blunted
See You had a lot of crooks trying to steal your heart
Never really had luck
Couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Live out my dreams until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit’s about
If I was your best friend, I want you ’round all the time
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you’ll be mine
Homicide’s illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
Kool Aid and frozen pizza, it’s a work of art I ain’t talking mona lisa
I’m tryna learn something new
I’m tryna find myself, I’m searching deep for Kendrick Lamar
I read about Napoleon Hill and try to know God
They say he the key to my blessings, and if I speak the good
Into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock
Money flow like water, I’ll just wait at the dock
And by the way I’mma start, finding more light to shed
Like a small garage in your backyard
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I’m investin’ mils on a hunch over lunch
Puffin’ on a Chesterfield, who wants to test
The real scandalous?
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mines
Believe in everything that you doing and just like that
Things will happen for you, keep shining them rays
It’s bright enough to spread grace over a million graves
Over a million slaves to bring honor to the elders
Who held us away from danger when the danger would have killed us
They never failed us but they souls have peace
And follow in their steps, you got brothers to keep
In this good life
I started off with too much cargo,
Dropped four niggas now I’m makin’ all the dough.
I woke up this morning and figured I’d call you
In case I’m not here tomorrow, I’m hoping that I can borrow
A peace of mind, I’m behind on what’s really important
My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life
I’m fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine
Call the coroner!
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Today was a good day
We brave in the heart, playing’ a part, amazingly smart
Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art
Takin’ New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas
Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough
Hold your toaster low; business, never personal
Just some words to know if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry ’em
Depends on the state, If death is my fate, then cool, I’m dyin’
Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be get’s moving in slow motion
Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn’t such a wimp
‘Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later, return to sender
Damn
Nineteen seventy four, motherfucker I was born with pain
My moms and my pops pass it down to me
So don’t talk to me about can I feel yours
Cause I ain’t feelin you at all, your pain isn’t pure
You cryin cause you broke from the projects
That’s not pain, that’s emotions, you a bitch
Im talkin bout permanent, physical sufferin
You know nothin about that
You just complain cause you stressed
N…., my pain’s in the flesh
And through the years that pain became my friend; sedated
With morphine as a little kid
I built a tolerance for drugs, addicted to the medicine
Now hospital emergency treat me like a fiend
I rather die sometimes I wish a n…. O.D
Beggin God for help, only to find
That I’m all by my God damn self
Ay you can never feel my pain n….
Naw, can never feel my pain n….
Can never feel my pain n….
Never feel the pain n….
You could never feel the pain n….
Naw, never feel the pain n….
First got it when he was six didn’t know any tricks
Matter fact first time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip and busted his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp like this
Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn’t quit it was something in the air
Yea he said it was something so appealing
He couldn’t fight the feeling something about it
He knew he couldn’t doubt it couldn’t understand it brand it
Since the first kick flip he landed
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
Don’t have to blow twenty thou’ to get to know honey’s style
Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn’t make my day (Hey!)
Another plane
Another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl
Another fight
Another drive all night
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
Me and my Adidas do the illest things
We like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings
We slay all suckers who perpetrate
And lay down law from state to state
We travel on gravel, dirt road or street
I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat
On stage front page every show I go
It’s Adidas on my feet high top or low
But they don’t understand how I feel about the funk
I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk
I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk
I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y’all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y’all
You’re nobody til somebody kills you
And step out, in faith, it’s OK to confess doubt
Knowing how it feels to be stressed out
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store
He bought it with the money he got from his chores
He robbed the candy shop told them lay down on the floor
Put the cookies in the bag; take the pennies out the drawer
Lil’ Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels
To kill the infidels and American devils
A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face
Prays five times a day yet listens to heavy metal
Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad
That he snuck into school in his black book bag
His black nail polish, black boots and black hat
He’s gon’ blow away the bully that just pushed his ass
I’ve got the mind of the man in the mirror so I’m looking at me vaguely
But I can’t seem to fade me