Lyrics:
with salt by the grain
I went to Fraser High you would consider me lame
Momma look how I came
RIP John I should be taking the blame
I ain't gone lie
she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with
Me
Mind so Beautiful a Heart so Sweet
She wanna make Love all night with Me
She wanna make Love all night with Me
I need a Bonafide Queen
Mind so
And again do you think of me
When ya see me in them magazines
Do you think of me
And what ya coulda had with me
Do you think of me
Of course ya do none bad
a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I
became of them
Tell me what became of them
I wonder what became of them
Tell me what became of them
Lost in this city of fog
Rarely seen by the sun
Just
a cloak with a hood on his head
Her arms and legs were tied
For a sacred sacrifice
And she died by the blade in his hand
She told me that is why
She
her mood is manic
She got an attitude cuz she knew that she the baddest
Running with caribou and she rule the queen of pageants
Everybody know her in
)
Act one but think twice
Wrong move you pay the piece
But Go and roll the dice
Tell me what you living like
Tell me what you love in your life
We
Roses have thorns
Crowns have edges
Queens wear crowns
Women are queens
Her heart is like a tender petal
Guarded by her thorns
If you're a woman
wrong")
I got the champagne and popped the top
And then unlocked the lock, the Queen 'bout to get her bang on
I don't know what I'm a tell my dawg
real with me laid out all the lies
About done with the tragedies that keep happening
In my life not bout to beg somebody
To be faithful baby what
color hunted by detectives in your local sector
Black like the heart of the FBI director
That hit Chicago with the COINTELPRO objective
Bullets stop men
the problem here
Isn’t this what you asked for
I was at the train again, plus be on your blocklist
Leanin’ by the gate, got me on my flashback
Way before all
wordplay, when 16 ain't enough, exactly what life means to you
16 ain't enough
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one
Huh,
on (yeah), what is going on (yeah, yeah)
You got me struck like lightning (lightning)
You are my queen no lightning (ligtning)
We going up no hiking (nah, nah)
the circus
Steady tryin' to hurt us
Tell me what's the purpose
They say I'm prejudice
The only presidents that I fuck with
Is the ones that's dead
Like the big
passed?
Run the charts with these lines and bars, I graft
You only graft when pies on the table, you fat fuck
Fortunes down, look at me wrong, that's bad
what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit
I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like
really know that she's a queen
Is it something about her walk
As she strolls with confidence
Let me catch up find out and see
Cuz I know that she could be
babies
The homеcoming queen took away all
The loneliness and doubt
Thе homecoming queen showed me what
Coming home is all about
Have you ever had those
the wrong
And blessed it with the best scripts
I invested my whole life, chose light
But the people down here don't know what to do with it
When I fly away
questions but, "Please
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"
And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen
The timeless explosion of fantasy's
avoiding yo obstices
Day by day
Whatever you need, I come through for you
It's me and you, you ain't gotta choose
Let a nigga do you wrong, I refuse
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