y'all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear
every way, I?ll never make it I?m not Going back to the way I was before Christ in my life I couldn?t do it I would lose it there?s no point to the
And I could see it in the those looks you're sending out I messed things up, can I make it up to gain your trust? All the things I thought that I was
about Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist Once and for all, barbed wire and rope The most beautiful woman is strung out on
Ark Money ain't a thing, never will I love it Guess that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it I spent it on my homies, spent it on my kids I put a diamond
on the beat On the streets over beef you dont compete with uno - you know The general a criminal do low Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit
that we could make it, truly sight of shores divine The sickness I am dying from, never wanted it to end this way Westward the tide, westward we sail on
lives At the end everyone dies We're all cursed like that Bu the Maker No muthafucka shall be a life-taker We cross the firing line, sickos on both
rest by a brotha who was hopeless Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family I'm sick of being tired Sick
the family With radiation sickness recorded on photography, Time life magazine interview with Nostradamus Written in quatrains the dark days are upon us, Being honest had a feeling that it
no confessions I don't know what it is that's livin in my nightmares I don't know what it is that's bringin all these night scares All i knowin is
I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when I know they know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop Rock shit watch this Build me
your dying breath the way you think, the way you think it makes me sick the way you think is ignorant the way you think it makes me sick it's never too
what room you're enterin Renderin your limbs fuck konfessin all your sins If you did it don't admit it fuck the systems it's biz Is it anger towards the
can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
? What? Dark Child for life, FJ, oh Check it out Let's get it started All I wanna do is have a party Let's not waste no time, lets get it started I won
it Nose bleeding from my false way to relieve it Enough confusion to make serenity sick All my fake friends became my enemies quick Everyday I found another way to make excuses Took the ropes
've visit then you could journey with me to different places by listenin. Shittin on em. Ya brutha got it covered we can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it
