you give me one chance to take your hand I'll fill the empty pages as you write The story of your life The story Of your life is unwritten So put me
me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me
the world like Michelles husband You would think these niggas would know me when they really doesnt Like they was down with the old me no you fucking wasnt Youre
on Life You owe yours to me Wear Me around your neck Kneel And cry for me
Yes Close To The Edge I. The Solid Time Of Change Anderson/Howe A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your
you a check's due for me for your fame Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king Even Jigga want
Life, I wonder Will it take me under, I don't know Imagine smokin' weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle
it I made it but I'm still playing like I'm being scouted till I'm out it Game time bitch I hope your proud of us King James shit Watch me throw the
know g4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me
I only have got One brain to rot I'm gonna spend my life watching television a lot "You're gonna lose your mind watching TV" They told me, they'd scold me
thriller touched him, like he touched me, like he touched you, so carry on his legacy, something i must do, and I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me
my story to the ones who really know me Converse with the angels and elders that went before me And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know If there's life
know so much about these streets that I can walk them asleep You can't tell me shit about your hood, I walked on your beat I know your whole life story
' your X 5 merkin' Skid marks the street Your heart skips a beat Beef? Nigga overcook that meat Get no sleep, only rest is In between the blink My life story
vision, it's the blaze of glory [Chorus] [Ab-Liva] Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history Turn pages for me, my story is epic Hustle in my blood, my story
below average, A life with no cabbage, That's no money if you from where I'm from, Funny, I just want some of your sun Dark clouds seem to follow me,
out a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty