My one heart hurt another So only one life can't be enough Can you give me just another For that one who got away
[Verse 1] I'm trying to lead life by example But living this life is a handful And I ain't going to clear no samples But I'm about to clear my mantle I need that plaque for Reset You need that chance to place bets huh You missed your chance to get fresh, bruh You still got time to be [???], bruh Obama in the whip. I'm a stitch. Grab a chick Grab a forty and a dutchy, and an angel with some tits huh And I'm back with a grip Back catalogue, analog. Rap like a brick huh And I rap cause I'm sick Back catalogue fix. Never going to trip. God! Why'd you do me like this? Hip-Hop is still good. You know I ain't going to trip. Lord! You know I ain't going to dip I'mma stay right here 'till my plaque is a disk Like a sane lunatic I'mma stay right here till my plaque is a disk
[Hook] No rest for the wicked though So fall back on your plan b No song for the choir now Life sucks when you ain't free No hope for the wiery though They keep taking that back seat Two Tone Rebel shit Keep the peace like Gandhi
[Verse 2] Middle path. My staff never half massed Our drums go -- Like a trap hat Our drums going to hammer cause they have to Talk shit on Twitter; better at you Paul Simon when I grace lands Fuck diamonds; I'll be on the gray scales I'll be tipping eight scales Fifty-fifth time that I didn't go for presales And even when I prevale I'll be on that retail syncing with that [???] Listen to the sea shell They don't say shi....
[Bridge x2] {16 spitter go hard} {'82 born with a thorn in my mid-side} {I pull it out when I get mad} {iTunes shuffle like a duffel full of good rhymes}
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[Verse 3] Me and 27 lights Heavy weight champs. Hundred twenty-seven fights Hundred twenty-seven bites [???]. Thousand twenty-seven likes