Michael Rothschild - Kyle's Record lyrics

Verse 1 - Michael Rothschild Back in 2010 Everything was great Til' karma came right back and hit us in the face I never had to settle, got j**els on my plate Bulova, the Rolly slick, the demar all in my case That's a different story, now we talkin' bout race Man I hear the same bullsh**, almost had me displaced The industry was a jog-a-thon I'm keepin' my pace I'm already coming home and you chilling at first base I gotta speak to a brotha, posted in the A Shebelut when I see ya imma double up ya plate Cause yesterday for me, one of the worst days I lost my brother Kyle, you shouldn't see me this way Squeeze my palm tight, look up and I pray Nothing ever gon' change f** it though I'm ridin' hard Rollin' through the city and a boulevard New Mercedes Benz and a naked broad Lookin' like a Rolls-Royce, Double R Where you at Ricky Ross, where you at Correctional officer, kinda sh** is that Don't you ever call me racist half my b**hes black Rollin' through the city know I got a sack Never gon quit Looking at me straight, I'm lookin' at your b**h Take her to the crib and we rollin' in the six Ask me how I got paid and I told a b**h, Strix Record label money ain't never get you sh** Why you hatin' on me still when I tried to give you tips Kyle always told me look straight We rolled up on the weekend usually in the bay Crazy to have a friend, with those significant ways He listened to every motherf**ing word I ever had to say Time ticking, lights flashing Life's on the line got me on the pedal mashin' Smile at this chick, while I'm lookin' at her smashing Used to drive a Jeep, I shoulda stolen you an Aston And With That That's when I look past, the dude's fade to black You standing so tall, I f**in' thought you were Shaq You don't understand me, how you understand that? You the only f**in' reason I can pick up a rack Dear God, really though, could you please bring him back? I'll give you my life for his, all that I ask So much f**in' pain, I don't know how to act Now I got another f**in' name to get for a tat No crying my eyes dry now, dude it's a fact However, don't mistake all the j**els that I sacked Or the dollars I stacked, with the pistols I pack How else you think a f**in' baller cover his a**?! Hope you could hear what I wrote, damn I promised you 4 years ago, 2010 I didn't get it crackin' now, I'm like 4 years in Couldn't feel worse brotha, it just feels like a sin Now all this anxious misery is buried within So many things I'm tryna' say, now it's just itchin' my skin Stress level rising though, got me grippin' the twins Plus I'm out in Vegas stalling, tryna check into Wynn's Maybe it's the government though, that choked us Trust me buddy when I say ill never loose focus Even if it's storming down with a million locusts I'll overflow the world with all of these dark oceans Nothing came between the perfect system we had I hate it when you thought about, people are sad I remember all the times you'd crash at my pad T-Bell, late night, Gallegos wit us for that Too bad things had to change on us, really too fast Now I look back on it, and I pray for the past Thanks for all the time I spent with you, we both had a blast Just holla hallelujah when I see you at last Michael Rothschild Strix Records Open Mike R.I.P. Kyle Martinez