Текст песни Parker's Verse (Bonus Track) - S.O.
Straight
bars
no
need
for
melodies
My
dad
told
me
I'm
the
ones
what
you
telling
me
Me
and
G
10-plus
years
here
with
the
energy
Still
got
the
remedy
dude
serving
a
felony
Told
me
he
love
SIC
Bump
that
before
HOV
Come
see
his
POV
nothing
to
play
with
99
Neo
scene
stuck
in
the
Matrix
Still
he
can't
erase
it
Pill
off
in
a
spaceship?
How
in
a
cell
It's
time
to
intercede
in
a
season
where
sinners
dwell
Just
thank
God
you
breathing
not
leaving
it
to
yourself
If
you
give
a
man
a
reason
to
squeeze
you'll
be
Stringer
Bell
Friends
turn
to
foes
coz
of
fools
gold
I
know
many
people
but
only
a
few
close
If
you
let
me
keep
you
and
show
you
a
few
ropes
You
will
see
who
is
close
to
blood
like
they
glucose
They'll
muddy
their
shoes
bro
Tell
a
friend
to
a
friend
go
beyond
the
surface
If
I
was
hungry
GP
open
up
his
purses
You
can
see
it
in
my
eyes
I
ain't
lying
Now
his
son
my
son
even
though
he
ain't
mine
And
when
I
have
mine
it's
going
be
same
Scoreboard
at
half
time
whose
leading
the
game
Doesn't
mean
that
they
will
later
see
the
season
change
Add
to
the
fuel
to
the
fire
hommie
you
can
feed
the
flames
I
was
in
a
daze,
now
my
eyes
open
J
was
serving
the
fiends
he
was
treating
their
itch
like
calamine
lotion
But
now
the
CEO
outspoken
See
that
divine
motion
Noting
but
grace
will
blow
your
mind
hoping
For
greatness
Who
is
complaining
When
I'm
sitting
in
first
flight
to
Hawaii
my
God's
amazing
Me
and
young
Parker
laughing
away
hoping
he
takes
this
And
learns
that
uncle
does
more
than
hitting
stages
Its
more
than
a
stage
show
if
I
say
so
More
than
some
peso's
or
a
caseload
I'll
admit
it
lacked
vision
but
now
I
get
it
Whether
9-to-5
or
9-to-9
man
I'm
driven
Give
me
99
plus
one
time
is
my
witness
What
I'm
given
is
what
I'm
given
you
can
shine
different
I'm
in
it
for
the
long
haul
though
time's
ticking
I
just
wanna
hear
well
done
servant
when
I'm
finished
Look,
no
fine
women
in
my
linen
In
this
game
you
can
lose
your
life
for
five
minutes
And
i
don't
wanna
lose
mine
I
remember
when
I
was
sleeping
off
in
the
futon
I
was
writing
a
few
rhymes
But
look
at
me
now
mama
she
proud
Front
row
seats
in
the
crowd
how
do
we
sound
I'll
remind
ya
Tell
young
Sophie
young
S
is
beside
her
Tell
the
promoter
no
cider
on
my
rider
Stay
sobered
up
So
you
know
wassup
Getting
closer
to
Jehovah
with
the
cobra
clutch
You
can
never
be
the
same
hommie
if
your
soul
touched
Some
say
they
woken
up
but
they
ain't
even
woke
enough
Ain't
no
shots
when
what
you
speak
is
real
G
like
young
S
you
need
to
chill
I'll
say
God
bless
and
speak
to
still
All
gods
fail
only
One
named
Jesus
heals
Gone
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