St Michael Medallions by Joey A.X Lyrics
I pray these gimmics will fail
I pray the fakest will fall
I hope that if the claim fashion that they dont shop at the mall
I hope these dudes who be fathers
They Act like fathers for real
I hope these damn baby mamas stop postin pics from the rear
I hope my city show love while im alive n im here
These locals dudes never get it i think they born unaware
I think they decent at dressin but theyre trash with the mic
They go mix down a session n think they puffy for life
Rick ruben for certain actors dont kno theyre purpose
They just act like got it n the rest of us worthless
Theyre the train to the city they one trackin forever
Homie made 50 bucks n think hes after the cheddar
I had to show em wat the hustle was n they reject me
But if this city was real then it wuda kept me
I play chess with the killers im a murderers thinker
I got a felonus mind i turn an addict if drinking
I got some vices that hate me i got a chip on my shoulder
I think its rightious i earned it so it grew as i got older
I got a pair of new ballys but they were made in the 80s
I stay spitting this venom i think my dog gave me rabies
I got that money thats second to just becoming a legend
So if it money after then enroll be attendent
Go to school to be doctors or play the corners like shottas
Wear a suit be a lawyer wear that brioni be proper
Hang urself with that tie and slowly die in a cubicle
Guess my mind is unusual temporary im movin thru
New city by sun up and the crowd put they ones up
I got my arsenal gun up u ain't stoppin my come up
St Michael medallion - st dismas my pendent
I got a couple of hoes who keep my all in they mentions
And thats real
And thats exactly how i feel
Please dont get offended if im leaving
Cuz here is just a grave that i can't be in
Momma i promise I'mma be back soon-
Your Joey was born a star hell bring u a piece of the moon
I pray the fakest will fall
I hope that if the claim fashion that they dont shop at the mall
I hope these dudes who be fathers
They Act like fathers for real
I hope these damn baby mamas stop postin pics from the rear
I hope my city show love while im alive n im here
These locals dudes never get it i think they born unaware
I think they decent at dressin but theyre trash with the mic
They go mix down a session n think they puffy for life
Rick ruben for certain actors dont kno theyre purpose
They just act like got it n the rest of us worthless
Theyre the train to the city they one trackin forever
Homie made 50 bucks n think hes after the cheddar
I had to show em wat the hustle was n they reject me
But if this city was real then it wuda kept me
I play chess with the killers im a murderers thinker
I got a felonus mind i turn an addict if drinking
I got some vices that hate me i got a chip on my shoulder
I think its rightious i earned it so it grew as i got older
I got a pair of new ballys but they were made in the 80s
I stay spitting this venom i think my dog gave me rabies
I got that money thats second to just becoming a legend
So if it money after then enroll be attendent
Go to school to be doctors or play the corners like shottas
Wear a suit be a lawyer wear that brioni be proper
Hang urself with that tie and slowly die in a cubicle
Guess my mind is unusual temporary im movin thru
New city by sun up and the crowd put they ones up
I got my arsenal gun up u ain't stoppin my come up
St Michael medallion - st dismas my pendent
I got a couple of hoes who keep my all in they mentions
And thats real
And thats exactly how i feel
Please dont get offended if im leaving
Cuz here is just a grave that i can't be in
Momma i promise I'mma be back soon-
Your Joey was born a star hell bring u a piece of the moon