The Love (feat. Tai-Loon)
Yo
You should have known i was sick from the start
Give me a beat and a minute see me rip it apart
No need for silly gimmicks we live for this art
Guaranteed they gonna feel it when i spit from the heart
Watch arteries burst when I target each verse
Still a part of me hurts twice as hard as these words
Its like walking death row when you start with the first
For the next twenty seconds every bar gets worse
Closer and closer to life being over
My hold on the mic put the stripes on my shoulder
My soul was on ice and my writing was colder
But thats my steeze our style my culture
Buying the fire supplying the purple
Ready to ride by my side like a holster
You ready to die say hi to the vultures
Up in the sky as they fly in a circle
But lifes a bitch and thats how it goes
So buy a whip and a pound of dro
Then bounce out quick in a cloud of smoke
With most of it coming out my nose
See ain't it strange how problems pass?
Like Andy Dufraine I clawed and scratched
Put all this pain up on my back
When y'all complain bitch I just laugh
Switching lanes
Livin fast
Think i've changed
Kiss my ass
Im still the same just switched my cash
Now i get paid two shit on tracks
One foot in the game
No more flipping a pack
Nothing above the money made for me spitting on wax
My veins pumping octane with the flick of a match
We'll all burst into flames if you trigger this gas
But really who could you blame
The kids in my class?
Cuz no one knew my name and I'd sit in the back
Don't try to say cuz I listened to rap
Done met Mary Jane been twisting it fat
Rather that than the cane hollow tips in a mac
Staying strapped all day extra clips and a mask
On the strip where they slang from that piff to the crack
My cities slow to change but quick to react
Get back
I got some shit up on my mind like yall dont even know
Its the desicions that we make we either fade away or grow
Keep it real or keep it fake blowing up or simmer slow
I swear I'll never turn my back when I'm walking down this road
So tell my fam that I'll be back they heard that shit before
But I'll never turn my back when I'm walking through this door
The city on my back even when I'm gone
I got the city on my back even if it break my bones
Who's fresher than pep the kid?
Dudes step then a cleft your lip
Lose your rep tryin to test the wiz
Blow blunts to this jester shit
Was I destined to be desperate?
Wrestling daily with the rest of this
The company I keep be the best of this
Seattlites waiting for their exodus
Satellites linked to your car antenna
Thinking bout the future gets hard to remember
Dead man walkin to a bar in Ravenna
With his heart on his palm that he carved in the center
Mendicant alms putting out his arms
Crying to be heard so I put him in a song
Dying inside when I'm living it so wrong
Hiding in the drugs and the buzz prolongs
And they say that the rhymes getting played out
Cuz the dynasty ROC'ed up and YE'd out
Fake crews wanna talk in the place loud
Whack rappers getting socked in the face now
Lil Wayne is a lame ass rock star
Put the burner to his tracks like a box car
I don't care what you earned in the pop charts
Toast up you'll get burned like a pop tart
Dead kings are the saddest things
Like Lebron being the best but he has no rings
Cuz this life is a scramble a gamble a flame and a torch and a candle
Sippin on a handle sittin on the porch with the vandals
All your plans get aborted and cancelled
All your mans need to forfeit the ransom
Of course she wanna come shorty stay with the magnums
Used to hang around villians
Revolving like fans on the ceiling i'd feel so dumb
Most dudes who talk about guns are really too pussy to kill someone
Used to hang around villians
Revolving like fans on the ceiling i'd feel so dumb
Most dudes who talk about guns are really too pussy to kill someone
I got some shit up on my mind like yall dont even know
Its the desicions that we make we either fade away or grow
Keep it real or keep it fake blowing up or simmer slow
I swear I'll never turn my back when I'm walking down this road
So tell my fam that I'll be back they heard that shit before
But I'll never turn my back when I'm walking through this door
The city on my back even when I'm gone
I got the city on my back even if it break my bones
You should have known i was sick from the start
Give me a beat and a minute see me rip it apart
No need for silly gimmicks we live for this art
Guaranteed they gonna feel it when i spit from the heart
Watch arteries burst when I target each verse
Still a part of me hurts twice as hard as these words
Its like walking death row when you start with the first
For the next twenty seconds every bar gets worse
Closer and closer to life being over
My hold on the mic put the stripes on my shoulder
My soul was on ice and my writing was colder
But thats my steeze our style my culture
Buying the fire supplying the purple
Ready to ride by my side like a holster
You ready to die say hi to the vultures
Up in the sky as they fly in a circle
But lifes a bitch and thats how it goes
So buy a whip and a pound of dro
Then bounce out quick in a cloud of smoke
With most of it coming out my nose
See ain't it strange how problems pass?
Like Andy Dufraine I clawed and scratched
Put all this pain up on my back
When y'all complain bitch I just laugh
Switching lanes
Livin fast
Think i've changed
Kiss my ass
Im still the same just switched my cash
Now i get paid two shit on tracks
One foot in the game
No more flipping a pack
Nothing above the money made for me spitting on wax
My veins pumping octane with the flick of a match
We'll all burst into flames if you trigger this gas
But really who could you blame
The kids in my class?
Cuz no one knew my name and I'd sit in the back
Don't try to say cuz I listened to rap
Done met Mary Jane been twisting it fat
Rather that than the cane hollow tips in a mac
Staying strapped all day extra clips and a mask
On the strip where they slang from that piff to the crack
My cities slow to change but quick to react
Get back
I got some shit up on my mind like yall dont even know
Its the desicions that we make we either fade away or grow
Keep it real or keep it fake blowing up or simmer slow
I swear I'll never turn my back when I'm walking down this road
So tell my fam that I'll be back they heard that shit before
But I'll never turn my back when I'm walking through this door
The city on my back even when I'm gone
I got the city on my back even if it break my bones
Who's fresher than pep the kid?
Dudes step then a cleft your lip
Lose your rep tryin to test the wiz
Blow blunts to this jester shit
Was I destined to be desperate?
Wrestling daily with the rest of this
The company I keep be the best of this
Seattlites waiting for their exodus
Satellites linked to your car antenna
Thinking bout the future gets hard to remember
Dead man walkin to a bar in Ravenna
With his heart on his palm that he carved in the center
Mendicant alms putting out his arms
Crying to be heard so I put him in a song
Dying inside when I'm living it so wrong
Hiding in the drugs and the buzz prolongs
And they say that the rhymes getting played out
Cuz the dynasty ROC'ed up and YE'd out
Fake crews wanna talk in the place loud
Whack rappers getting socked in the face now
Lil Wayne is a lame ass rock star
Put the burner to his tracks like a box car
I don't care what you earned in the pop charts
Toast up you'll get burned like a pop tart
Dead kings are the saddest things
Like Lebron being the best but he has no rings
Cuz this life is a scramble a gamble a flame and a torch and a candle
Sippin on a handle sittin on the porch with the vandals
All your plans get aborted and cancelled
All your mans need to forfeit the ransom
Of course she wanna come shorty stay with the magnums
Used to hang around villians
Revolving like fans on the ceiling i'd feel so dumb
Most dudes who talk about guns are really too pussy to kill someone
Used to hang around villians
Revolving like fans on the ceiling i'd feel so dumb
Most dudes who talk about guns are really too pussy to kill someone
I got some shit up on my mind like yall dont even know
Its the desicions that we make we either fade away or grow
Keep it real or keep it fake blowing up or simmer slow
I swear I'll never turn my back when I'm walking down this road
So tell my fam that I'll be back they heard that shit before
But I'll never turn my back when I'm walking through this door
The city on my back even when I'm gone
I got the city on my back even if it break my bones
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Scott Wilson, Thomas Sullivan Pepe
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