Charles Hamilton - Delano Or Delanor? lyrics

Intro: Check Verse 1: To my n***a LB where the loud at? To my n***a named Bo where the crowd at? To my n***a Dre tell me where the proud at? They not proud a me, but im loud as can be So I hit my n***a LB like where the loud at? I hit Bo like the crowd act wack And the crowd saying act like that, they all aliens So i'm feeling like spraying them I am the opposite of love but i'm love that's f**ed up Gotta' get some love for the love that's f**ed up I could be the love that's f**ed up But I am the love and i'm f**ed up A big mirror; looking into it Like i'm too intimate, to be your best friend But i'm in some sh**, help me out My hand from the bottom reaching up And your hands are like "I got em" what the f**? Chorus: X3 Ain't no mystery I live in the city Out of town clowns get down I got em Verse 2: Shout out to Hex Murda take my life But i'm NYC you better make it right As soon as I step out my neighborhood They like yo " We'll die in this hood for you Charles" You off your rocker, you should lose it And tell n***as that it's far from just music But as far as I could see I could die now Right now as soon as I lie down I lay on the altar, don't cross the- One that would die on The Rock of Gibraltar Just for the survival of my others I am not trying to be some dying motherf**a Let me come back in the resurrection In the middle of it, just to intercept somebody's midsection Rip it off like Johnny Cage, i'm the rage like Carson Chorus: Verse 3: Ayo my d**h comes from a bad b**h Who promises I can cum on her wig and get mad riches Some honest sh**, momma be proud a me Because i'm the one who's as loud as could be So Shout to my n***a LB where the loud at? Shout out my n***a Bo, tell me where the crowd at? And Dre tell me all the proud facts, what I got now? Must a n***a dropped down I am not on a cloud I'm feeling like rain, n***as only dance when they feeling my name Not because of the substance these n***as like- "f** it this Charles saying sh** that's hard and it's a bar" On subject: acknowledge me The fact is I owe life an apology I'm sorry SEGA, sorry New York, sorry everybody But everybody can be bodied by my shotty Chorus: