Intro
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[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
I started making this album in Chicago but I felt like I needed a change of scenery, so I moved to L.A. Made some of the best music I ever made. But as soon as I get there, Javon lost his life in the car that I sold him. Had me fucked up for a minute man. Now all I think about is "Success and my fam. Success and my fam". Can't hold shit back on niggas man
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Straight from the jump niggas knew that I was special
Got caught up in this shit since a bitch had ketchup
I cut a nigga quick with the Tensa Zangetsu
You see where all that tough talk slick-lip talking all that slick shit get niggas put
Six six feet
Man I'm in the ocean
Split my wrist open
On the reef got a blood leak
Hopin' I could surface 'fore the beast start to smell me
Perfect picture we don't worship scriptures when there's money to be made
Devil on my head trying to get away run into the haze
Front and center stage lookin' at me
In my eyes I see the dragon
In the benz, two seater wagon
Kill a pig and I drain the blood
Throw it on you in the nightclub (yeah)
[Brigde]
I got the right drugs and the right plugs
I got a white girl that really like to shoot when it's drama time
Man your life is dramatized
That's a lot of lies
You've been sodomized
By Uncle Sam
Monkey still on your knuckles man
I'm chucklin' to the bank
Gimme them keys
[Interlude: Sir Michael Rocks]
Banco
I told you, you must never perform the forbidden jutsu and you did. You have removed the seal and turned your soul over to the Jinchuriki
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[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Ay man I'm running with the teleporter trigger nigga, money in the bank
On the other side so don't say it's sunny when it ain't
Walking through the desert all by myself
I'm praying to the moon, he said "I can't help"
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
So why they wait to pay respects to a nigga when he dead
With pictures on their shirts with all the quotes that he said
I'm standing on the ledge with a cannon on my head
I ain't planned to be the man, it just fell into my hands like a bouquet
Stay ready so I ain't have to get ready
Palms sweaty, I told the driver he should drive steady
Cause he swerving
Nigga got me spilling my bourbon
And I'm not gon' be the one cock a heater run up and you could get serviced
I put you in a box and lock you inside and fill it with venomous serpents
I was searching for the same thing that we all look for
And that gold mine that’s inside of us that they say we had since diapers but
Life a bitch and they really want us to forget who we really are but I can't (fuck that)
I'm in the paint mixing
I'm imitating thanksgiving every dinner
Nigga everybody's idol vasto banco imperial the saga
Eating DMT in Nicaragua
Watching all this power turn the weak into a monster
[Interlude: Sir Michael Rocks]
There's probably not any meaning in life. Maybe you could find something interesting to do while you're here and alive. Like how you found that flower; like how I found you
[Hook]
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