The Sophomores - XIII lyrics

Verse 1: VeuveRAY Chasin' dreams, takin' scenes out ya favorite film And applyin' it to yo' life, gotta take the helm of ya own ship Ladies call you a jerk-off when you on ya own dick Not accustomed to hearin' a "No," cuz she gold digs Hope you find.. all the j**els in my rhymes Disproportionate levels of crime, but we do the time Black man it's hard to be, don't ask me if I'm doin' fine Our women want us to shine, but apples on them concubines Walk around like "f** a deal, homie I don't need to sign" Told Mom "I can't be shirt and tie by age 49: 13th Legion of Doom, Caesar would soon... run into Cleopatra See Egypt as room to takeover, make over, leave the queen in the tomb She's fine enough to have his kids, but not enough to be his wis' Powerful men slain, left is the wife and kids Gotta have sons to maintain the family biz The Kennedy's was gangster, Bush's was some gangstas When you die will they know what yo' family name was? "Tale of Two Cities," while I give my girl the Dickens On the top of my pointer finger's where the world is spinnin' RIP Stack Bundles, free the homie Max B My city ain't been the same since they left, if you ask me Ridin' in a taxi, Jordan 12's was Taxi Her dress and not her pad is when I love her with a maxi Comin' through the block with a limp and a bop On cool, but on the low hope nobody get shot! Yo, you ever had a knife ready to hit them with the ox? You ever had the strap, ridin' round, it's on your lap While you searchin' Google Maps to point out where these n***as at? And to clap'll give yours and the victim's mom a heart attack? And you got the right Glock, but can't find the right block So instead you go to rock the mic until it's white hot? Ha Chorus: Au JuS n***a we on the come up, we ain't 'bout to f** this sh** up Thinkin' you gon' stop this sh**?, n***a you got me f**ed up 13th, I never luck up I just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt I just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt I just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt 13th, I never luck up I just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt Verse 2: Au JuS n***a I been chain smokin' Prayin' to God that these motherf**in' chain's broken My brodie told me dog that "ya lanes open It's time to focus my n***a, get ya thang rollin'" I would appreciate you tellin' me somethin' I ain't knowin' Train of thought smokin', captured from the jungle, but the cage open This ain't that old sh**, this ain't that ho sh** n***a this the coldest, you would think that an Eskimo done came from it This that exponential flow, the sh** that you can't tame dumby Unless you was raised from it And if you wasn't I suggest that you refrain from it f** n***as on the mic and they ain't sayin' nothin' Let me explain somethin' Summer of Sam sh**, a change comin' Yea y'all 'bout to get Cooke'd Wrote a 16, send it straight to the Brook Read between the lines while y'all went straight by the book Jab these n***as so long they gotta wait for the hook Chorus: Au JuS n***a we on the come up, we ain't 'bout to f** this sh** up Thinkin' you gon' stop this sh**?, n***a you got me f**ed up 13th, I never luck up I just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt I just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt I just go through my problems dog, blunt after blunt 13th, I never luck up