Just how deep can shit get i'm in above my head again life put me in my place now it's written all over my face gotta get up, gotta get out i gotta change
be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all gon' be Six feet deep When the heat seek, niggas be misty From
road by my lonely No one who knew me like you will ever know me I don't think you understand how much you meant to me The days are cold livin' without
What's the deal son? Herm Fiasco It's the world famous AZ Show For the world (AZ Show) [AZ] No doubt, time to mellow out Party at the yellow house, yell
[J.Cole:] Damn, cold world I never thought I see that day that you're my old girl Now I'm stuck here hollering at old girl Got one, got two, three four
in your car, why you frozen? Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours The world is lost, the world
eyes to see it, when the world gets dark Got a memory of you, I carry in my soul I wrap it close around me, when the nights gets cold If you asked me how
is old She don't want no rock-n-roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold
to tell you that I still hate you Just to ask you, how you feel And how we fell apart How this fell apart Are you happy out there in this great wide world
just breaking apart, my pictures of you There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world
always just breaking apart My pictures of you There was nothing in the world That I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart There was nothing in the world
on I've learned how to deal and when to fight I know what's real, I know what's right I'm not afraid, a wounded dove I can be tender in a world so tough
KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing-clippin them lip cause I'm cold sick of them
you better pin these raps I'm a give a little game in this world that We livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me You get it how you
of weed smoke y'all out, we get everybody goin' off our style.. -Wish Bone- Show 'em how to do it hustla's stay right, he roll how we roll when I ride
off in that bag and make craps fast Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the streets But you know deep inside that this ain't how you tryna
