everlasting (999) ft. The Rise of the Phoenix Lyrics

Ayo, Wu-Tang

What up, bro

You gotta do it for the kids, bro

You gotta do this for the kids, bro

For the kids? Alright, man. For the kids, man

You can't say fuck them kids, bro

You gotta do it for the kids

But I will

That's what Kobe did, bro

R.I.P. Kobe, dude

You can't, like, do what Michael Jordan did

He's like, fuck them kids

You can't do that shit, bro

What the fuck

Hi, I have begun, this is fun

I am the son of God

We're all God's children

Maybe he's the One

Behind the written pages of lyrics that I've been spitting

It would make sense because my words go from my mind

To the paper with the quality that's immense

My flow's intense

And my words make sense

I don't have to pay rent

Cause I don't have a place to live

So I work a full-time job

So I need to find some time to write my rhymes

I work to get a car and pay some rent

And have a place where my studio can live and I can vent

Still haven't learned to record music

Yet, I've written pages

Probably an album or two

Best believe I'm raging

When I trip, fall on my face

And people laughing

Even though I play it off

Like a G

That's how I feel when I'm rapping

Once I open up, I start stacking

Popping caps on my level

The Pope be facing the devil

Wearing that VR shit

You know that thing makes me tremble

This verse about this girl

Yeah, I do really like

But I hate to say I'm scared about the dudes in her life

I really hope I'm the one

Cause you know she's 31

Has an ex 46

And I ain't even 21

I hate thinking about love

Shit got me so fucking sick

That's why rappers always rapping about them chicks on their dick

This ain't love, this is lust

Using humans for bust

They busting nuts and tussing, fucking up the thing that once was

This muck just run out of fun

Bumping up the depression

Recession do it to the loopy dudes that's doing discretion

But only like for one minute

Got kicked out cause they're a tenant

The lust was too much for the pressure

Now they homeless and dreaded

They fishing for a loose penny

Paying dues to their honey

Divorcing, Porsche, abortions dormant in the comatose story

Damn, Wu-Tang

We spent years at the crib

We don't feel the pain no more

We don't feel the pain no more

Parents mad so we dip

We don't feel the pain no more

We don't feel the pain no more

We spent years at the crib

We don't feel the pain no more

We don't feel the pain no more

Parents mad so we dip

We don't feel the pain no more

We don't feel the pain no more

I woke my bebs up

I'm sorry, bebs