As the World Keeps Turning
(This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
Are you gone bust or play bones?
You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own
It's Miscellane and it's on again
And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut
I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco
Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo
Standin in back of me was my soul
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hoes to lubricate my system quick
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM
I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly
Me, buckin with my team is murder one
I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!)
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that didn't even care
Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga)
Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga)
You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real)
Shit is for real
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
Are you gone bust or play bones?
You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own
It's Miscellane and it's on again
And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut
I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco
Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo
Standin in back of me was my soul
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hoes to lubricate my system quick
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM
I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly
Me, buckin with my team is murder one
I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!)
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that didn't even care
Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga)
Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga)
You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real)
Shit is for real
Credits
Writer(s): Chris B. Taylor, Lashawn Lamont Turner, Michael Lynn, Harold Moret
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