Pope Tyrone - everlasting (999) (feat. The Rise of the Phoenix) Lyrics

Ayo, Wu-Tang
What up, bro
You gotta do it for the kids, bro
You gotta do this for the kids

For the kids? Alright, man. For the kids, man
You can't say f*ck them kids, bro
You gotta do it for the kids
But I will

That's what Kobe did, bro
R.I.P. Kobe, dude
You can't, like, do what Michael Jordan did
He's like, f*ck them kids

You can't do that shit, bro
What the f*ck

Hi, I have begun, this is fun
I am the son of God
We're all God's children
Maybe he's the One
Behind the written pages of lyrics that I've been spitting
It would make sense because my words go from my mind
To the paper with the quality that's immense
My flow's intense
And my words make sense
I don't have to pay rent
Cause I don't have a place to live
So I work a full-time job
So I need to find some time to write my rhymes
I work to get a car and pay some rent
And have a place where my studio can live and I can vent
Still haven't learned to record music
Yet, I've written pages
Probably an album or two
Best believe I'm raging
When I trip, fall on my face
And people laughing
Even though I play it off
Like a G
That's how I feel when I'm rapping
Once I open up, I start stacking

Popping caps on my level
The Pope be face and the devil
Wearing that VR shit
You know that thing makes me tremble
This verse about this girl
Yeah, I do really like it
But I hate to say I'm scared about the dudes in her life
I really hope I'm the one
Cause you know she's 31
Has an ex 46
And I ain't even 21
I hate thinking about love
Shit got me so f*cking sick
That's why rappers always rapping about them chicks on their dick
This ain't love, this is lust
Using humans for bust
They busting nuts and tussing, f*cking up the thing that once was
This muck just run out of fun
Bumping up the depression
Recession do it to the loopy dudes that's doing discretion
But only like for one minute
Got kicked out cause they a tenant
The lust was too much for the pressure
Now they homeless and dreaded

They fishing for a loose penny
Paying dues to their honey
Divorcing, Porsche, abortions dormant in the comatose story

We spent years at the crib
We don't feel the pain no more
We don't feel the pain no more
Parents mad so we dip
We don't feel the pain no more
We spent years at the crib
We don't feel the pain no more
We don't feel the pain no more
Parents passed so we dip
We don't feel the pain no more
We don't feel the pain no more