Late 808

Tell me them lies that you want me to hear

I try to forget, but it’s hard to forgive

The way that I met her was on tour at a concert

She had long hair and a short miniskirt

I just got onstage drippin’, pourin’ with sweat

I was walkin’ through the crowd and guess who I met

I whispered in her ear, “Come to the picture booth

So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof”

It’s like I remember slap boxing now we clap shots to catch props

From knocking rocks on the block to chop the fat crops and jock

I see the Jakes and motivate cause half my team be holding weight

We march across the Golden Gate Bridge, my mind is in the soldier state

The Mac Dad will make you jump jump

Daddy Mac will make you jump jump

Kris Kross will make you jump jump

She said, Mouse I highly doubt that I’ll ever see you again

Hope everything is well kid

You see I’m just finding’ out I have a brain tumor but I never felt it

The doctor’s giving me three weeks to live

Not three weeks ’til I die, that’s three weeks to give

I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care

I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career

And then she broke into tears

I pressed seven, took the phone from my ears

Sometimes the simplest of things people need it

But I ain’t call back in fear of being speechless

I woke up early this morning with a new state of mind

A creative way to rhyme without using knives and guns

Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God

And keep your face to the risin’ sun

But if I fall asleep and death takes me away

Don’t be surprised, son, I wasn’t put here to stay

It’s like this and like that and like this and uh

It’s like that and like this and like that and uh

It’s like this and like that and like this and uh

I flow steady like the sands in the hourglass

Droppin mad paragraph after paragraph

In the night time, keep me out of sight, it’s the poltergeist

When I’m ghost, I’mma cut the line, now you outta mind

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel

Big bank take a little bank

Everyday spillin’ up drank

She want the whole crew, shawty brave

When the money talks, what is there to say?

Blow away, watch it blow away

When I die can’t take it to the grave

We were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters

But somethin’ must’ve got in us ‘cause all of us turned to sinners

When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard

Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted

Look at me

I’m looking’ forward to the memories of right now

Never forgettin’ from where I came

And no matter where I’m headed, I promise to stay the same

I’ll move my family out the country

So you can’t see where I stay

So go and grab the reporters

So I can smash their recorders

See they’ll confuse us with some bullshit

Like the New World Order

And my head keeps spinning

Can’t stop having these visions

I gotta get wit’ it

I must got an angel, ‘cause look how death missed his ass

Unbreakable, what, you thought they’d call me Mr. Glass?

Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas Past

Toys “R” Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash

And I still won’t grow up, I’m a grown-ass kid

Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did

But I’m a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph

Make music that’s fire, spit my soul through the wire

Seems like street lights, glowing, happen to be

Just like moments, passing, in front of me

So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare

See I know my destination, but I’m just not there

All the street lights, glowing, happen to be

Just like moments, passing, in front of me

So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare

See I know my destination, but I’m just not there

You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can’t predict the weather

The early bird will get the worm, and drink it with Tequila

You gotta shake it off

cause the lovin ain’t the same

and you keep on playing games

like you know I’m here to stay.

I don’t rap, I illustrate

I don’t paint pictures, I picture-paint

See in my hood, there ain’t really much to eat

Popeye’s on the corner, McDonald’s right across the street

All this talk about guns and the drugs pretty serious

But look at what they feeding y’all, that’s what’s really killing us

Here I am again, again

Overwhelming feelings

A thousand miles away

Your ocean home

Part of me is near

Thoughts of what we were invade

The miles that stand between

You can’t separate no

You’re all I hoped you’d become

Sister, I see you

Dancing on the stage of memory

Sister, I miss you

Six feet under the ground and I still look around

I thought you were my friend, but where are you now?

Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us

Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus

Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us

And I wish I could erase that, face facts

When I’m in the coupe I feel like I’m in a cocoon

We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it

Always pushing up the hill, searching for the thrill of it

On and on and on we walk calling out, out again

Never looking down I’m just in awe in what’s in front of me

I’ve been workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made s***

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

I swag when I surf

Now watch me surf and swag

Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries

Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars

Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own

Humble old me had to flex for the fogs

Down in Muscle Beach pumpin’ iron and bone

Bumpin’ oldies off my cellular phone

Yeah, bumpin’ oldies off my cellular phone

That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend

Is a house really a home when your loved ones is gone?