Lyrics:
hun-hundreds fall, so much you can't see bro
Ain't you fuckin' lucky that you got a front see tho
Bitch no need to second guess, been chiefin' down with ATF
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
We fell in love on eleven eleven
I was off by a minute or maybe a second
And I swore that it happened
Just so we would call it fate
And I answered
by the second I came in first but a nigga was second working hard sometimes I'm steady sweating I'm tryna get to the bag so I'm stepping I'm balling
moving to the top like a walk down the street
You can get a second chance not a second life
So imma count the bands and let the days go by
I been feeling
I let life pass me by with my head in the clouds
Until it's heavy on my shoulders and I'm ready to drown
It's like there's no ambition and I'm
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
They want to be on your team, they want to know all about ya
They want to ride on your ride, they want to be by your side
Until the day that you die,
been by my side
Since we've been 50 years old
And we're both 85
Oh baby
Oh
All this time you've been
By my side
You will complete my life
And you'll
with somebody like me
Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh
My bad, babe, I had got excited
Shit, I'ma-I'ma a street nigga, you heard me?
(Bring that ass or move back,
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
you up a nurse soon you gon need her by side
Feel like im lito it's like mental warfare
Shit got my mind fucked
9 minus 2 they almost called 50
Yea
By the end of this year bet I touch a hundred if it ain't two
Second place to first lose, why would I be number two?
But I ain't even in the race
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
get beat
On the floor with her
prayin' we catch him in the streets
I told her we Gucci,
Ma relax,
let up ya feet
Heart to hearts in a rolls,
soul[00:41.24]Listen to me[00:43.71]While I listen to you[00:46.27]Listen to this beat[00:47.96]Marigold Summer let me roll in[00:50.07]Each day, low pay[00:52.57]I'm
If you saw an old lady getting beat up on the side of the street
Even without her crying for help somebody would intervene
But why is it that when we
watch they dollar grow
Ain't gonna cool that market
These fools make too much profits
Fake as all these costs get
Paid by the workers losses
Wage ain't
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
My mother's whole family is from CoCo County
You know, it just happened by chance That I was born in Vallejo, but my Family has deep roots in CoCo
[Chorus:]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by
of time
Lets venture forth into the unknown
Heads bursting with light blazing through the uncharted streets write our names
Fifty feet high in
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
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