Miracle lyrics even when the beat go dumb, (dumb) Got me thinking 'bout all my old songs Old jawns, new flow 20-20 two tone Hip-Hop Is Good, and I'll take that to my tombstone Still a Wallace in the afterlife Music lives on, never gone, no half-life Imma drop in, like I'm in a half-pipe Then I'm gonna skate on tracks until they act right All up in your living room, who's that fucking ghost though? No comparisons, but B.I.G was how I coped though All my fuckin' hope shit, let me on this playlist All of the above, no pigeons, no hate shit Put me on the radio, let's just see what happens When a rack of people turn up, and the president is clapping I ain't talking assassins, I'm talking bout the passion We got it entrothed, if you want in on any action You can...
[Hook:] Two 15s in the trunk (in the trunk) 7 grams all in the blunt (in the blunt) 1 dime piece in the back (in the back) 3 grown rappers when I smash... 18s all on the whip, though I keep them stock cuz I really don't trip, though Yo, I swing it like Klitschko Rolling through your city and I bet your whole clique know
I'm right back in this bitch with a fucking attitude Spit flames when I'm aggy like Raditude Nardwuar fame is a game I would rather do Fuck questions, I don't talk platitudes I can see the nitty gritty, 4 40s, I'm getting shitty Big bad cheques ghost writing that Diddy Gimme that loot like B.I.G, just kidding Who's kidding? I'm living, no dreams, big visions
Still a Wallace in the afterlife Still a Wallace in the Afterlife Music lives on, never gone, no half-life
[Hook]
I hit that reset button No games with the fame they covet No lames in my lane stay buzzing Stay running, stay hungry My passion; I love it Uh So I stay all up on my business Type away, never play about my business So maybe stay up out my business I put it in my music, it's never from a distance