Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it? Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?

(Glorified version of a) pellet gun Always keep it loaded (Life comes) I can feel your heart in your neck Glorified version of a pellet gun Feels so manly Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight tonight Just set me free You know I'm a dreamer But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right

Brother will kill brother Spilling blood across the land Killing for religion Something I don't understand Fools like me,who cross the sea And come to foreign lands Ask the sheep,for their beliefs Do you kill on God's command? A country that's divided

This beautiful tragedy This dying destiny Is crashing into me And this judgment day is drawing near And this confession is killing me again Take me away Come crashing into me Silent night Let me sleep away these memories within

'Cause I will be a freak until the day until the dawn And we can pump, pump all through the night till the early morn Come on and I will take you around the 'hood on a gangsta lean 'Cause we can pump, pump any time of day it's all good for me 'Cause it's

You'd have to be crazy to love me Oh, but I wish you would But deep inside, I think you could Be the only chance in hell to save me from myself Baby, be crazy You'd have to be outta your mind So come on save me, oh yeah Well, you know they say They say

And we all have to walk it alone I could move to a small town And become a waitress Say my name was Stacy And I was figuring things out See, my baby, he left me And I don't feel like staying here tonight I remember sleepless nights I remember Chicago

Come on baby let me see Your peacock, cock I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock What you're hiding underneath Your peacock, cock, cock Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? Your peacock Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch I'm a

Honestly, I can't believe it's burning again Like the first fires Run from fences, you don't have to pretend Now do you see it, the dream is gone Fatal fire, moving on Why do you need it in the ways to come Over you, the undertone First fires And if you