you abandoned and the wife i saw you beat i will never be safe i will never be sane i will always be weird inside i will always be lame now i'm a grown
, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot, so here I go it's my shot Feet fail me not, this may be
style Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme It's
dance, keep ya body in motion 'Cause anything I do, I get an ovation The compliments I get never cease to end 'Cause I say what I want and I never bend To any silly shit that
N. (What!) We are the S. (What!) We are the L. (What!) We are the O. (What!) We are the N. (What!) We are the S. (What!) We are the L. (What!) We are
this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven-sent instrument
I can't breath in this space that's filled with your sound Can't call a spade, a spade in this town Dug a hole that I can't get out I can't figure, I
matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab
is a part of this that's why it's spiritual But I get my hymns from him So it's not me, it's he that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven sent instrument
matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the
what I'm sayin? Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I'm sayin 'cause it's these type of thoughts that'll kill ya If
's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stagnant that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This
Was told now trembling remembering When I timberland and down listen wait. Who's that coming around sounding like that sound. I guess it's dinco, milo
folks had style Since I went to McDowell, wearin' boats And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme It's
the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot What's beef? Beef is when I murk
glock And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot What's beef? Beef is when I murk you
