Bk Made Me Lyrics

Bk Made Me lyrics

(-Hook-)
Guiding, a dream
It's where, we always meet
I'm guiding, a dream
It's where, we alway meet

(-Verse One-)
Got dreams of ending this bit*h, My life is miserable
Make me end this shit, find my as* in critical
No, My nightmares come frequent like they rituals
But my words come swift, divine like the Pennicle
See, that's why I rock my shades, so when I cry
And my eyes are red, I can still hide my pain
Then I step on stage and, crowd is in a rage and
I make the first page and, my mission's complete
But when I step off of stage, it's back to reality
Problems still the same, and life's a f**kin' tragedy
Thoughts still the same and, I still dream of dying and
Taking some hard shit, to make me feel I'm flying and
Wish I was told I was carried as low
In this cold f**kin' world, I wanna f**kin' explode
Guess it's time for me to depart, know it sounds strange
But I served my purpose, and I made my mark
Cause...

(-Repeat Hook-)

(-Verse Two-)
As long as the streets know it's a classic
Fluck all y'all envious bastards
I'm thorough when I'm, reppin' my borough nigga
Know tell me who could f**k wit', y'all put y'all money it
I make examples out of bit*hes, y'all don't really want it
 
Since Ill Na Na, I've been going through drama
And I get on my knees
And I thank, God for my momma
Since a youngin I been knowin', I be forever flowin'
Back in the lab biatch, back in my zone
No, thou shall not f**k with F to the Izz O
Bullshit aside, I got y'all rappers by a lanslide
Pardon me, I'm not your average, I'm a savage
When it come to this game, I'm as ill as my name
So Gav and Ant brought me back, I was sick of this rap
Sick of the fame, sick of niggas hauling my name
No, I cant quit 
I'm as real as they get
Yes, back on the scene
Still reps no press
Cause...

(-Repeat Hook-)

(-Verse 3-)
Death before dishonor 
Born alone, die alone
My crew think I'm 7, bought a plane so I could fly alone
No security, got the nine through the stallion
Run through Louie, when I wanna get my style on
Body something, get the chair and I'll fry alone
The skylarking, six be moonwalking
No, who keeps a floss game like Fox and Pretty
In Kennedy with twenty Louie's like Akeim and Simmi
No, nobody grinning, don't take it as rude
I was a little too gangsta for the Moulin Rouge
Cause...

(-Repeat Hook Until End-)