Montage One - Gather Round Lyrics

Everybody, everybody gather around and listen to my song
Come with me, take a ride on the rollercoaster
Story bout a young man raised up in the west coast
Time's pitiful, situation critical, pops died, mom's really straight with the [?]
[?] material, raised on video games, sell frames, everything changed
Only [?] house call close on my name
Learned only life ain't a game
15 years of age, full of rage, and pain with none really anyone to blame
The hood athletes whole wake with the status A man
I'm happy not to be in the state pen with him
My life began to get crazy, I'm still just a baby
Maybe God hates me, or maybe he created me to cut through the bullshit
I'm not trying to preach it but the pool pimp everybody
Everybody gather around and listen to my song, yeah everybody

Gotta play with the cards I was dealt
F*ck when I felt beside, I gotta ridw with the pain
And put it in the back of the brain
And niggers bought the joint insane and do something
Maybe give money to key and move something
Could of felt different shine blue something
Banged out in the hood and do something in the morning
Like the chain with no warning
I surprise myself with the rare [?] on the shelf
Reached out for some help for real, started packing
Mixing and breaking, my tires won in the making
I'm taking a break from all the sadness
Mission in life could be the baddest, be boy destroy and decoy
I got aggression, whoop it away to get it out in the verse in the session,
Come get a lesson
Everybody gather around and listen to my song

You gotta love it, study in the [?] every out of trouble spinning double and the classics
We [?], what people do for money or rock [?]
Makes taste where you walk men
[?] start it sick rock niggers retarted
20 people in the lab that stay on it
Call free rap on night and day on it
Cause we love these knuckles wanna get paid from it
40 hours is plus is couch is a hand held mic recording it backed houses
[?] bottles of empty, await next day to the sound of this empty
Ant-industry, got [?] people spilling me and 16's for the enemy
Not know for now but I'm fixing to be
So put your shit on hold and listen to me

Something was different about you today
Everybody gather around and listen to my song

Yeah, street fight clubs [?] techniques
[?] arenas but the strong eat the weak
And if you see buttons get beat like they stole something
Wake up every morning split the [?] row something
Man you control something ghost like spirit
Living line back to blitz, coming after you
No patience, but I got [?] punch line
[?] when it's crunch time
Swaying texture, radio rapping, broadcast coast to coast, had him gasping
[?] and asked me for my info, we did a lot of shows together, it's that simple
40 days at night, reduce the row, the beast on the album in a quote
Truths fall out sick blocks separate, [?] legends in the presidated
Everybody gather around and listen to my song.