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Everybody given their own beginning of time Everybody missing is only hitting behind Everybody listening only listening live Everybody living is only living to die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die I doesn't have time for this shit Ain't never had time for this shit Sometimes I cry like a bitch pretending my eye got an itch Hop in the whip and let's ride I'm on some criminal minds Fuck all that limited time shit, I'll living infinity lives I didn't ask for yo' money, I'm sick of asking for money I'm sick of being nobody, I'm sick of having nobody I'm sick of being so dumb, I'm sick of them being dumber In the winter we slumber 'til the indian summer We getting mentally challenged Leaning then left you unbalanced Put yo' ass to the gas please bitch, I'm emptying gallons Sho' we smoking the purp, police smoking the purp Holy smokes homie, I'm so mediocre it hurts Lord, the streets are so vicious Letras de canciones[?] don't need your permission Y'all whole team full of bitches Y'all go sleep with the fishes Tell a emcee to cash register, empty the cash Empty the ash tray, better empty the trash Better move with the movement Get some proof and then prove it Recruit the troops, get in tune with the music Been a muse for amusement, sniffing caine with a nose bleed Finna make sure I don't leave no room for improvement Everybody given their own beginning of time Everybody missing is only hitting behind Everybody listening only listening live Everybody living is only living to die I'm only living to die My shit is dumb, I say so what? Get it done when I show up Hit and run, I got no love so your lips are gonna get sewed shut I'm just living to die Sick of talking myself out of quitting and sitting inside I admit I'm a little bit high, a brilliant mind blind to civility I'm head over heels, hoes kick their heels over their heads Bullshit, you ain't getting a deal Your whole clique's mediocre at best Show biz got me holding my cards I'm keeping them close to the vest I'm feeling Napolean-esque So you need to know I'm in charge I screw Betty Boop in a Bentley Coupe Like hurray for me and to hell with you Man, it's plain to see I'm collecting loot Got an eighth of weed and a twelfth of brew Wrist rocket, no Roley on Criss-cross you like Goldie Hawn Say holy cow, wow, oh my God I'm bringing hip-hop back to the odium I feel like a million bucks I really ain't giving no fucks Been living it up for a living A party of one at the crib in a tux I've risen above the meridian I've sunken below the surface Definition of dunce and of idiot These songs are my only purpose Now I'm buckling under the strain I'm stuck in a rut every day I'm jumping in front of a train for the fun of it Comfortably numb in the pain Stumbling stray but I come right back In fact, no more running away Front on my gang and I'm punching your jugular vein With the cut homie whadda ya say? Fit as a fiddle, I've sung in the rain I've fumbled the ball, yeah I've swung and I've missed Yo, once and for all, you dummies ain't fucking with this I'm earning my keep, you're certain to circle the drain I've been working to further my reach So you should be learning my name Everybody given their own beginning of time Everybody missing is only hitting behind Everybody listening only listening live Everybody living is only living to die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die, only living die I'm only living to die From Letras Mania