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Correct B.K. Made Me Lyrics
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Send* corrections to the typist (-Hook-) Guiding a, dream It's where we, always meet I'm guiding a, dream It's where we, alway meet (-Verse One-) Got dreams of ending this b h***My, life is miserable Make me end this s titfind, my a in** critical No My, nightmares come frequent like they rituals But my words come swift divine, like the Pennicle See that's, why I rock my shades so, when I cry And my eyes are red I, can still hide my pain Then I step on stage and crowd, is in a rage and I make the first page and my, mission's complete But when I step off of stage it's, back to reality Problems still the same and, life's a fu n'***tragedy Thoughts still the same and I, still dream of dying and Taking some hard s titto, make me feel I'm flying and Wish I was told I was carried as low In this cold fu n'***world I, wanna fu n'***explode Guess it's time for me to depart know, it sounds strange But I served my purpose and, I made my mark Cause (-Repeat... Hook-) (-Verse Two-) As long as the streets know it's a classic Fluck all y'all envious b s******I'm thorough when I'm reppin', my borough n anusKnow tell me who could f k**wit' y'all, put y'all money it I make examples out of b skankey'all, don't really want it Since Ill Na Na I've, been going through drama And I get on my knees And I thank God, for my momma Since a youngin I been knowin' I, be forever flowin' Back in the lab biatch back, in my zone No thou, shall not f k**with F to the Izz O Bullshit aside I, got y'all rappers by a lanslide Pardon me I'm, not your average I'm, a savage When it come to this game I'm, as ill as my name So Gav and Ant brought me back I, was sick of this rap Sick of the fame sick, of n s****hauling my name No I, can't quit I'm as real as they get Yes back, on the scene Still reps no press Cause (-Repeat... Hook-) (-Verse 3-) Death before dishonor Born alone die, alone My crew think I'm 7 bought, a plane so I could fly alone No security got, the nine through the stallion Run through Louie when, I wanna get my style on Body something get, the chair and I'll fry alone The skylarking six, be moonwalking No who, keeps a floss game like Fox and Pretty In Kennedy with twenty Louie's like Akeim and Simmi No nobody, grinning don't, take it as rude I was a little too gangsta for the Moulin Rouge Cause (-Repeat... Hook Until End-)
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