7th track on the album. Lyrics under "Let's Go..."
(Styles P - verse 1)
Dark forces, get on the level
'cause you might see iced-out cross on the devil
Illuminati and Masons, what're we facin'?
see you at the crossroad, that's vacation
cake shit is like freight night, get you a night light
two blunts, zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ-like
now niggas wanna look like women
tight pants, costume jewels
I guess their CEO might bend 'em
god bless Pac, but they ain't got thug feelingsgod bless Big, but they don't know the everyday struggle
I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubblin', you bubble gumchew you up, spit you out, nigga 'cause I'm troublesome
and if they lyrical then what the fuck am I?
the maker of miracles, every couple of lines
parallel lines in my soul in my mind
make the jewels unfold every time of the rhymeuse respect, and I'm spectacular
audio fuckin' up your vascularlyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula
married to the game, and you just a bachelor
SP and the Mouse in this bitchand I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch
burn you in your car and your house is the shit
don't ever say you hard if I ain't 'bout for the shit
(Pusha T - verse 2)
It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my glory
the engine's too loud, these haters can't ignore me
feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me
drug dealer, posin' all this mother fuckin' jewelry
came from the crack house, back room, black out
smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out
no plan B, it was nothin' else to map out
so we throw stones while we livin' in this glass house
it's been a minute so they ask where the fire went
my kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit
made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit
reality TV, before Survivor bitch
yuuuck, put our lives on display
who's thinkin' 'bout tomorrow we ain't promised today
this rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play
the last of the greats, pay homage to me
Dark forces, get on the level
'cause you might see iced-out cross on the devil
Illuminati and Masons, what're we facin'?
see you at the crossroad, that's vacation
cake shit is like freight night, get you a night light
two blunts, zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ-like
now niggas wanna look like women
tight pants, costume jewels
I guess their CEO might bend 'em
god bless Pac, but they ain't got thug feelingsgod bless Big, but they don't know the everyday struggle
I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubblin', you bubble gumchew you up, spit you out, nigga 'cause I'm troublesome
and if they lyrical then what the fuck am I?
the maker of miracles, every couple of lines
parallel lines in my soul in my mind
make the jewels unfold every time of the rhymeuse respect, and I'm spectacular
audio fuckin' up your vascularlyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula
married to the game, and you just a bachelor
SP and the Mouse in this bitchand I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch
burn you in your car and your house is the shit
don't ever say you hard if I ain't 'bout for the shit
(Pusha T - verse 2)
It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my glory
the engine's too loud, these haters can't ignore me
feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me
drug dealer, posin' all this mother fuckin' jewelry
came from the crack house, back room, black out
smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out
no plan B, it was nothin' else to map out
so we throw stones while we livin' in this glass house
it's been a minute so they ask where the fire went
my kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit
made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit
reality TV, before Survivor bitch
yuuuck, put our lives on display
who's thinkin' 'bout tomorrow we ain't promised today
this rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play
the last of the greats, pay homage to me
(Joe Budden - verse 3)If my past had a encore it be like a onslaughta lot of niggas died, it's too many to mourn forI'm thinkin; 'bout my youth, us as little kidsam I wrong for havin' thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for?I got decade old wounds that are still bleedin'that chapter of my life is closed, yet y'all still read itstraight face on, pretending to feel decentcasket shoppin' for a loved one that is still breathin'swear that shit got in the way of summeravoidin' calendars, since all your days were numberedlaid out in the bed, can barely sit upthose were your last breaths, I was mistakin' for hiccupsy'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is liquorI'm talkin' phone ringin', bein' too afraid to pick upI know you in a better place and that joy is feltI learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mailyou would be proud, I'm due to be caked upwanna make your dreams come true? gotta wake upgroupie niggas I don't see how you deal with
it broke and starvin', but clingin' to your Meal Ticketbroke hustlers debate that trashback and forth to they vacant stashstill in all I know a few that'll make that cashquick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fasty'all should treat me like royaltylast of a dying breed that puts money and power behind loyalty careful, that bitch shit'll rub offme, I'd rather die with my balls than have to live with 'em cut offlong winded, be patient enough to hear 'emI'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'embut know before you swallow it upfood for thoughts only as important as what'll follow it up
it broke and starvin', but clingin' to your Meal Ticketbroke hustlers debate that trashback and forth to they vacant stashstill in all I know a few that'll make that cashquick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fasty'all should treat me like royaltylast of a dying breed that puts money and power behind loyalty careful, that bitch shit'll rub offme, I'd rather die with my balls than have to live with 'em cut offlong winded, be patient enough to hear 'emI'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'embut know before you swallow it upfood for thoughts only as important as what'll follow it up
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