Its cold in december, around here and i cant remember the weather last year On again off again, i wasted my last few nights here in town on again off
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head 'Bout
your gone(gone) your gonea?¦ Thoughts of the pasts seems just like yesterday, U came into my life and quickly stole my heart
represent the streets You'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC, reach for your pens and papers
lesson for free Without a grudge, but I keep the past present with me So every morning on the wake up, and she?s applying make up I?m pondering all the different ways for
with steel at any given time I'm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal And losing again for real like Armageddon
my face Strong arming for space Which shop I'm go leave them baggin grams I'm a bad man Strap in my hand Give me some mad plans Picture my city Surrounded
streets, you'll see that my plan is not to destroy your man But to bring more to mankind and teach Every MC reach for your pens and papers Lesson one
how we came together for better bond suited on how to break hearts separated then recluded desire was a overwhelming conclusion those things of passion created a guard for
lesson for free Without a grudge, but I keep the past present with me So every morning on the wake up, and she's applying make up I'm pondering all the different ways for
that I'm older, I look at the past like Rich folks look at dashboard cams on a Rover Tryina back up like data on ya Motorola While I'm dialin up the past
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or said Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head Bout
This has got to be the most thoughtless, planned out, suicide And Another setup to only make me teary eyed Dancing to the beat of my heart as it flat
you on a track And bring me back all my cheese Get on your knees So I can smoke green leaves Paper chase for me They found dope in my show Catch a case for
Ready with steel at any given time I'm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal And losing again for real like
My first thought was how the game flip Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on yak Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act
