This one right here goes out To my homie with the drink Nah mean
He said, I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be I'd like to make a life to sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy See, now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agree, a Mead Notebook and a Bic That clip when it's pushed in a whack ass beat That's a track that's weak that he got last week Cause everybody in the stu is like "That's that heat" A bass heavy melody with a sample from the seventies With a screwed up hook that went
Stack that cheese Something, Something, Something... Stack that cheese Mother, Sister, Cousin... Stack that cheese He couldn't think of nothing... Stack that cheese He turns down the beat, Writer's block and peads
Crying from the next room a baby in need Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep That plus a black Cadillac on D's Is what keep him on track to be a great MC
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved my life
Raps north side so he rocks them braids Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page 'Stack that cheese' got seven hundred plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open Mic champ two weeks in a row XD boy with a B-boy flow Glow like Leroy you should see boy go Got a daddy serving life and a brother on the road Best homie in a grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute maid got his momma working like a slave Down baby momma who he really had to honor Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to Drive up to Dallas with a open up for amatuers Let him keep her debit cards so he could put gas in it Told her when he get home he gon' take her to the galleria Buy her everything but the mannequins, ya dig
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved my life
His man called, said "Ya time might be now. They played ya freestyle over Wipe Me Down. They played it two times, said it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-Town in a while." He picked up his son with a great, big smile Rapped every single word to the newborn child Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen And put on another beat and got back to the mission, to Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady looking good, have her rolling like she should Show us home is this'a way, other than that flipping yay Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool Throw some candy on the caddy, chucked a duece, and act a fool Man it feels good when it happens like that Two days from going back to selling crack, yessir
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved my life
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved me
One you never heard of, I... Push it hard to further the... Grind, I feel like murder but... Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
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