We gon call this shit The Heart
Walking down these corridors
I start to reminisce more and more
Closing windows just to open doors
Watch the bodies hit the floor
Like the panties in the draws
That I never really saw
Like those slick niggas who would speak out of they jaw
Or the New Girl in class who I would ask but never talked
So I never really made a move
Every time I catered to
A time of need that I could see that she would need a shoulder to
Cry on
Thought I loved her like Lauryn did Zion
Tryna get my American Pie on
Uncle Sam would be so proud he'd label me an Icon
I'm jaded in persuasion I got God to turn the lights on
See I'm in another world Goku vs. Pikkon
Wish I was fat I found a track I'm willing to die on
But I'm so relaxed its like I'm chilling in a lion
And sippin 40's on Melrose that's word to Tyshawn
My God
What type of time are you on
What kind of time are you on
Word
Word
Word
Word
Paleolithic
I'm about to bury you niggas
We're living in the Chronicles of Riddick
Where the Chronic and the children
Are a product of the system
And politicians are a sickness
We should be getting rid of
My niggas living with crooked ass cops
Shorties get they ass shots
While shorty's get they ass shot
Can't even walk down the block
My nigga Toni tote a .40 Chloe holding his Glock
The police poke me for a Rollie and I don't own a f*cking Timex
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
And the lies are what we get to view
Everybody got a camera but are you willing to shoot
We're going live for a living when living isn't what we do
Please pardon my grammar I never paid attention in school
I'm just a nigga from the Woo
Just a kid who wants to live past 65 or 22
And what they did to Little Bro
Is something I just can't let go
Yo R.I.P. to Sidney Krow
You know we miss you the most
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We gon call this shit The Heart
Walking down these corridors
I start to reminisce more and more
Closing windows just to open doors
Watch the bodies hit the floor
Like the panties in the draws
That I never really saw
Like those slick niggas who would speak out of they jaw
Or the New Girl in class who I would ask but never talked
So I never really made a move
Every time I catered to
A time of need that I could see that she would need a shoulder to
Cry on
Thought I loved her like Lauryn did Zion
Tryna get my American Pie on
Uncle Sam would be so proud he'd label me an Icon
I'm jaded in persuasion I got God to turn the lights on
See I'm in another world Goku vs. Pikkon
Wish I was fat I found a track I'm willing to die on
But I'm so relaxed its like I'm chilling in a lion
And sippin 40's on Melrose that's word to Tyshawn
My God
What type of time are you on
What kind of time are you on
Word
Word
Word
Word
Paleolithic
I'm about to bury you niggas
We're living in the Chronicles of Riddick
Where the Chronic and the children
Are a product of the system
And politicians are a sickness
We should be getting rid of
My niggas living with crooked ass cops
Shorties get they ass shots
While shorty's get they ass shot
Can't even walk down the block
My nigga Toni tote a .40 Chloe holding his Glock
The police poke me for a Rollie and I don't own a f*cking Timex
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
And the lies are what we get to view
Everybody got a camera but are you willing to shoot
We're going live for a living when living isn't what we do
Please pardon my grammar I never paid attention in school
I'm just a nigga from the Woo
Just a kid who wants to live past 65 or 22
And what they did to Little Bro
Is something I just can't let go
Yo R.I.P. to Sidney Krow
You know we miss you the most
Walking down these corridors
I start to reminisce more and more
Closing windows just to open doors
Watch the bodies hit the floor
Like the panties in the draws
That I never really saw
Like those slick niggas who would speak out of they jaw
Or the New Girl in class who I would ask but never talked
So I never really made a move
Every time I catered to
A time of need that I could see that she would need a shoulder to
Cry on
Thought I loved her like Lauryn did Zion
Tryna get my American Pie on
Uncle Sam would be so proud he'd label me an Icon
I'm jaded in persuasion I got God to turn the lights on
See I'm in another world Goku vs. Pikkon
Wish I was fat I found a track I'm willing to die on
But I'm so relaxed its like I'm chilling in a lion
And sippin 40's on Melrose that's word to Tyshawn
My God
What type of time are you on
What kind of time are you on
Word
Word
Word
Word
Paleolithic
I'm about to bury you niggas
We're living in the Chronicles of Riddick
Where the Chronic and the children
Are a product of the system
And politicians are a sickness
We should be getting rid of
My niggas living with crooked ass cops
Shorties get they ass shots
While shorty's get they ass shot
Can't even walk down the block
My nigga Toni tote a .40 Chloe holding his Glock
The police poke me for a Rollie and I don't own a f*cking Timex
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
And the lies are what we get to view
Everybody got a camera but are you willing to shoot
We're going live for a living when living isn't what we do
Please pardon my grammar I never paid attention in school
I'm just a nigga from the Woo
Just a kid who wants to live past 65 or 22
And what they did to Little Bro
Is something I just can't let go
Yo R.I.P. to Sidney Krow
You know we miss you the most
Writer: Caleb Hill
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