Lyrics:
to bring
Them back a little bit later but we have
This very special highly
Evolved permutated tango it's
Actually a perverted tango by the time yes
It's so
I'm from the O-A-K-C-L-I-F-F With my niggas are by myself, don't bite my tongue
Don't hold my breath
I'm throwing up my hood to the day that I die
I woke up this morning feeling
Frightful and grateful
So I got a little something that I want to say
You know like a little prayer
Thank you
Yea. They’ trained to go.
If you don’t know, well, I bet that you know now. (know now) Hey!
We from the bottom. Ain’t scared if it go down.
Written by
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
religion
I'm gonna free myself from your aggression
I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
Our Father of Corporate Greed (this is the day of reckoning)
need to apologize to James Todd Smith
I make money, you just make dimes sick
I get face from women you wish you could FaceTime with
My dogs canines, it
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
to help one another
The pimp got tricks
That he learned from the other
Go by the color you'll discover
Damn everybody ain't no brother
Just when
from
Think about her feelings and help put the fuse out
Before you fucking burn her
Everything in this story is so riveting
Packed with dying from fires,
No doubt about it
Young Hickory
James Polk from Tennessee
Came close to dying at the age of 17
But thanks to the surgeon he come out clean
He went
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
the hours
I'll get you fuckers buzzing 'bout my shit like it's flowers
Jame5 on the beat, call me blazing inferno
I started from the bottom, now watch me
the bando
On Third and James by the fountain where they panhandle
Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals, those were my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your
safe
Going state to state
James get em in by the truck load
I ain't lettin shit slide
I'm at a nigga spine
If a nigga play with
Mine then I'm slangin
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
ride with this
James try to out do me on my own fucking song ok
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
What do ya'll want from me
What do ya'll want from me
What do ya'll want
, I shed so much tears
Told my little brother, yeah, this is my year
I ain't gon' fall, bitch, I stay on my toes
See, back in the day, yeah, they didn't
a chair
If you feeling this shit put your hand up in the air
I say times getting hard when you coming from that struggle
I say times getting hard when you
Ya I been through so much damn suffering
This type of wound that I got needs special love not no medicine
James James James James James James James
from the same cloth
But I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Steven Paddock with automatic
the drivers side
Two days ago nephew got questioned by the homicide
They looking for him and his older brother on his momma's side
You know the one who talk
lips
Removed a rose from my pocket
Made my way to the door
Before I froze and locked it
And there down in St james at half past nine
I made love to my
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