Lyrics:
how good your fortune is
Till you see the people you
Grew up with still
At the starting point like they don't exist
Ain't nothing but a bunch of
Drug
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
Loneley ones, the ones who go to bed and think they got no one
The shy kid at the playground
The runaways on greyhounds
This is for the lonely ones
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
in the middle of harms way
Where all of the guns play
No father home, affects the Feng Shui
The pastor prays for Harambe
Before every urbanite is
Dark is the night, cold is the ground,
cnd I can hear the lawmen coming,
Still in my heart, we don't make no sound,
They'll meet a gunslinger ready
inscribing violets onto the walkway
Into his personal hell, inspired by his non-prescription drugs
That he would take to excuse his violent ways
He wouldn't
Make you look twice
Double take
Like you made a mistake
Niggas really grimey
And they snakes
There is no escape
All they do is take
And they take
This is
they're just little boys
Cause I know an empty stomach makes a lot of noise
She likes to twerk, make that booty grin, and smirk
The ass looks good, but
they scratched the numbers off
I'm off a different page but I'm still the way that you love me for
Love it or leave it I come from seeing
That no one
heavenly Creation
When I know this, do I show this, in every way I love my wife like Christ loves the church
Do I determine the answers to the paradoxes
You
When I love up love up
You who's calling bluff
Hey yo, john is chilling
Dirty cash dealing
What more can I say, we living
That's what we got, we
calling bluff
Hey yo, john is chilling
Dirty cash dealing
What more can I say, we living
That's what we got, we got it good
And since you understood
We be
Mike Love What Up? DJ Enuff
Foreal(Pharrell) That's my favorite producer by the way
That's why I had to rap on this 'cause
His tracks is Better Than
the shooter
Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good
'Cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, bam
love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good
'Cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, bam
They, they talking
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Know they plottin' on you
Look, I could spot a fake, look, look
Don't wanna see you winnin', boy, they
By the second verse, dear friends
My head will burst, my life will end
So I'd like to start this one off by saying
Live and love
I was young
there is a good soul
Under that skin
I feel that
Your eyes make love with mine
Every night
I can't sleep without you
Anymore
Don't let me fall
Please
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
pussy and they know it
They be watching how we do it
And we do it cause we love it
Like she love how I be fuckin
Ahh
Shout out Lil John
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything
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