I'm just trying to contemplate
On how to keep food on my plate
How many rappers stole the concept
Of being "On My Way"
Demonstrate
Commemorate
Until I enter heavens gates
But that song will always belong
To Raskal boy from La Seis
Celebrate
In the Devil's face
Medicate to elevate
Mercedes Benz levitate
Represent with Texas plates
Should've known expect the hate
All I did was accept my fate
When fame & money generate
It's too easy to separate
Who kept it real
And never fake
Time to pass the collection plate
Like a preacher sellin faith
Raps come wrapped in yellow tape
Ain't no time to investigate
Feel the pressure but won't break
Cus if I break
Then I'll be broke
Y'all must take me as a joke
They gon hate me til I croak
That just motivates these flows
Ain't trying to chase these hoes
Pussy go below kinfolk
And bitch
Still down with all ten toes
You know
The intro be Slowpoke
The Co. is still Buck Shot Pro.
So?
What the f*ck you gotta say?
Everyones a f*ckin critic
And I'll listen if you pay
And for the right price
I might send a verse your way
But if I die tonight
I'm free from grudges in my grave
And I can't lie
Life has been a f*ckin maze
I'm still amazed
Muthaf*ckas still think we play
But I knew this day would happen
Rappin since the second grade
Breakin mamas food stamps
At Trey way circle K
And still no better way to learn
Than a black & purple face
Violations in the physical
I don't mean to get political
Nowadays I'm cynical
Cus loyalty is mythical
Depression got me miserable
Foos die for shiny minerals
Like dressing like a bitch is cool
Your mental's still in middle school
And it's visibly pitiful
Yet I'm the one that's ridiculed
But I love you and I miss you too
F*ck it
Guess you did what you had to do...
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English
I'm just trying to contemplate
On how to keep food on my plate
How many rappers stole the concept
Of being "On My Way"
Demonstrate
Commemorate
Until I enter heavens gates
But that song will always belong
To Raskal boy from La Seis
Celebrate
In the Devil's face
Medicate to elevate
Mercedes Benz levitate
Represent with Texas plates
Should've known expect the hate
All I did was accept my fate
When fame & money generate
It's too easy to separate
Who kept it real
And never fake
Time to pass the collection plate
Like a preacher sellin faith
Raps come wrapped in yellow tape
Ain't no time to investigate
Feel the pressure but won't break
Cus if I break
Then I'll be broke
Y'all must take me as a joke
They gon hate me til I croak
That just motivates these flows
Ain't trying to chase these hoes
Pussy go below kinfolk
And bitch
Still down with all ten toes
You know
The intro be Slowpoke
The Co. is still Buck Shot Pro.
So?
What the f*ck you gotta say?
Everyones a f*ckin critic
And I'll listen if you pay
And for the right price
I might send a verse your way
But if I die tonight
I'm free from grudges in my grave
And I can't lie
Life has been a f*ckin maze
I'm still amazed
Muthaf*ckas still think we play
But I knew this day would happen
Rappin since the second grade
Breakin mamas food stamps
At Trey way circle K
And still no better way to learn
Than a black & purple face
Violations in the physical
I don't mean to get political
Nowadays I'm cynical
Cus loyalty is mythical
Depression got me miserable
Foos die for shiny minerals
Like dressing like a bitch is cool
Your mental's still in middle school
And it's visibly pitiful
Yet I'm the one that's ridiculed
But I love you and I miss you too
F*ck it
Guess you did what you had to do...
On how to keep food on my plate
How many rappers stole the concept
Of being "On My Way"
Demonstrate
Commemorate
Until I enter heavens gates
But that song will always belong
To Raskal boy from La Seis
Celebrate
In the Devil's face
Medicate to elevate
Mercedes Benz levitate
Represent with Texas plates
Should've known expect the hate
All I did was accept my fate
When fame & money generate
It's too easy to separate
Who kept it real
And never fake
Time to pass the collection plate
Like a preacher sellin faith
Raps come wrapped in yellow tape
Ain't no time to investigate
Feel the pressure but won't break
Cus if I break
Then I'll be broke
Y'all must take me as a joke
They gon hate me til I croak
That just motivates these flows
Ain't trying to chase these hoes
Pussy go below kinfolk
And bitch
Still down with all ten toes
You know
The intro be Slowpoke
The Co. is still Buck Shot Pro.
So?
What the f*ck you gotta say?
Everyones a f*ckin critic
And I'll listen if you pay
And for the right price
I might send a verse your way
But if I die tonight
I'm free from grudges in my grave
And I can't lie
Life has been a f*ckin maze
I'm still amazed
Muthaf*ckas still think we play
But I knew this day would happen
Rappin since the second grade
Breakin mamas food stamps
At Trey way circle K
And still no better way to learn
Than a black & purple face
Violations in the physical
I don't mean to get political
Nowadays I'm cynical
Cus loyalty is mythical
Depression got me miserable
Foos die for shiny minerals
Like dressing like a bitch is cool
Your mental's still in middle school
And it's visibly pitiful
Yet I'm the one that's ridiculed
But I love you and I miss you too
F*ck it
Guess you did what you had to do...