Daz Guy - Exonerated Thoughts

A1, uh huh, yeah
Never hang with haters no nigga that's slip knot
Resurrection of Hip-Hop, fuck with that or go kick rocks
Pissed off no piss pot, kiss of death no lip lock
I'm a runaway renegade, running 'round with a hunnit blades
Chopped this beat up a hunnit ways, rapping less than 400 days
A slave to my rhyme scheme, you better not run away
I got it cause I said I would, pockets fatter than Fat and Suge
Nigga there's no competitors for me, place me on pedestal
Peter picked up a pack pills, popping em like it's adderall
Mixture of two amphetamines, enemies to a wrestler
Remember Rucker with rainbow-cherry they hooked it up
That's back in Harlem, we did it on 'em
147th I'm chilling with my grandmama's momma
I played with lego blocks, the block had played with lead
We watched the news just to see another one laying dead
She playing solitaire, I'm staring out her window
I reminisce 'bout my past life through this instrumental
This for my mental and peace of mind or it's detrimental
Or it's detrimental
Exonerated thoughts, you wondering what I'm thinking
Pool of ideas, well welcome to my oasis
School of hard knocks, my mind is constantly racing
Can you relate to me, Can you relate to me
Can you relate to me, It feel like it's been all day for me
It's been all day for me
I want money, a lot of it
Yeah these pockets is patty caking, I'm fed up and lacking patience
It's making me wanna kill, a bank teller tell me chill
I'm holding your ears for ransom, run me a hunnit mill
Gold chain and a watch ado, but still I am skeptical
Of things that this money do, could almost be magical
Picture me rollin' in a Rover with 5 percent
Tints and some big ass rims or maybe I'll take a trip
Back to the motherland, you probably don't understand
Frustration that's building up, I need me a getaway
Cut off like a guillotine from this world, by any means
I see what this money bring, I see all the evil too
I still need that bag though, I'm done with this peek-a-boo
Enter like Wu-Tang, this loot be my new thing
I need pockets as deep as Mobb, bumping 50 Cent How To Rob
If shit go left, I'm getting low I hit the road
Fuck it you in the loop, I tell you what I'ma do
It's two rules to this shit, number one I ain't saying shit
I guarantee this, I'ma be wealthy fo' 25
I'm chasing my dreams, my last breath till I close my eyes
That's word to my unborn, I know that you want more
Press play when you press rewind, you rappers is done for
Exonerated thoughts, you wondering what I'm thinking
Pool of ideas, well welcome to my oasis
School of hard knocks, my mind is constantly racing
Can you relate to me, Can you relate to me
Can you relate to me, It feel like it's been all day for me
It's been all day for me

Written by:
Daz Guy

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