Y E L L O W B R I C K
That yellow brick road got me back home
Five or six hoes, get my mack on
How you tryna slide with no backbone?
Know I fell off, but I'm back on
Tapped in, like tapped phones
Free Taxstone and Biggaveli out the slammer
96 Big, I'm Makaveli goin hammer
Been that nigga since when Prince met Diana
And Rocky met Rihanna, and Drizzy had them bitches on camera
I had a girl I went to school with move out to Atlanta
Way back when Nelly moved that Country Grammar
And my country grandma told me, the way you spending, it's gon come in handy
I'll probably never win a fucking Grammy
Well, I guess I might
How I'm gon take advice from a nigga that pay the price?
My nigga that's on sight, when it's beef, it get ate with rice
You ain't as nice, yo last rap was mid, but it saved yo life
And God can give you second chances, better try and make it right
It's day and night, yo niggas say it's light, but we play the hype
You play with dykes, I got yo bottom bitch tryna stay the night
I play my role and tell you where to go, like I'm playing Spike
I'll beat yo ass, don't make me say it twice
I know momma told me, boy you ain't gon live that wrong
Feds told me, boy you ain't gon live that long
On the eastside, I feel like sk1nandbonez
On the westside, I put my niggas on
If all dogs go to heaven, can I get a bone
All this pain in my heart, I put it in this song
Free C3 out the bing, send my nigga home
That yellow brick road ain't always set in stone
Five or six hoes, get my mack on
How you tryna slide with no backbone?
Know I fell off, but I'm back on
Tapped in, like tapped phones
Free Taxstone and Biggaveli out the slammer
96 Big, I'm Makaveli goin hammer
Been that nigga since when Prince met Diana
And Rocky met Rihanna, and Drizzy had them bitches on camera
I had a girl I went to school with move out to Atlanta
Way back when Nelly moved that Country Grammar
And my country grandma told me, the way you spending, it's gon come in handy
I'll probably never win a fucking Grammy
Well, I guess I might
How I'm gon take advice from a nigga that pay the price?
My nigga that's on sight, when it's beef, it get ate with rice
You ain't as nice, yo last rap was mid, but it saved yo life
And God can give you second chances, better try and make it right
It's day and night, yo niggas say it's light, but we play the hype
You play with dykes, I got yo bottom bitch tryna stay the night
I play my role and tell you where to go, like I'm playing Spike
I'll beat yo ass, don't make me say it twice
I know momma told me, boy you ain't gon live that wrong
Feds told me, boy you ain't gon live that long
On the eastside, I feel like sk1nandbonez
On the westside, I put my niggas on
If all dogs go to heaven, can I get a bone
All this pain in my heart, I put it in this song
Free C3 out the bing, send my nigga home
That yellow brick road ain't always set in stone
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Chatman Iii
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