me breathe i wish to cut them out so i can speak these words are haunting me ive tried for a thousand days to erase these memories you bring the love
' whale, but my name Wale Hoes call me 'Mr. Never Wear The Same Thang' You redundant, you never ever change And I'm the same way, MIA And me, Cool, and
game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and
on the scales stare at the number You say you dropping 10 pounds, preparing for summer And you don't do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for
you've been having this thing with Kim. And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper - and I'm thinking,
fly for it I know that it's comin' I just hope that I'm alive for it I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I
hate us But now you love us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love It's
the Concorde to cheers and encore Nice sweats, she phones for one boy The innovator, young Sean Combs Reminiscing me and Biggie bringing boys home Father figure, hating for them other
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
a year More nights of tears and we both hate each other The fuse is already lit, so how about a final kiss And just let it go? And stop the madness before
And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied Walking like a lonely fool in Prague Singing a love song and the words I wrote I wrote for two Gentle
called foolish pride Where the man is always right He hates to talk but loves to fight Is that all right? On real cold days He loans us lots of hate
me, they be dissin All this love, you never missin All this money, like it's Christmas Patron, in my system Get wit me, baby listen All this love,
and forget about sleep concentrate on the paper chase, Join the elite Few dun got mad cash and money to spend Money to straight blow and money to lend And
shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right You got black skin Still you gotta show and
, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list And
break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo' Freelancing, trying to build a mansion And stay
'll fuck you and tape you and show it to your face, boo Not behind your back And let you see how you gettin' murdered from the back If it wasn't for the
