Lyrics:
And finally I know why
And finally I found Jesus
Me and mom are gettin' high
It's funny how ya never really
Want the life ya get
And even when you do there's
Dr. Bronners best
Cats steal but you won't get my chest
So many treasures in this love
I poke a hole in necks
Take my time while they die
I pour a fo in
I ain't think I'd be alive at twenty-five
I used to sell 125s for 25. twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yes sir
Gotta get paid)
If you make
say shit if you can't BE REAL about it
Comin' up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin'
This shout goes out to the most high,
DJ Rob Harris
Shouts going out to the next plane of reality
I know you can hear it
I know you can feel it
you wanna see some blood?
The best parts of life benefit number one
The one you idolize died a slave
He chose to break
You got me fucked up if you
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
sad night
Both agreeing it was best
I turned around to look at her
She was a-walking away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday
folk do, we do not?
I have been informed by those who know them well
They find relief in quite a clever way
When they're sorely pressed, they whistle
Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama's doin' the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Her
[Lary Kidd:]
When you see me with that new girl, crois-moi t'es mieux de rien dire
When I see you with that new guy, crois-moi y'est mieux de rien
found another route
I don't play because out here
Situation critical low down and pitiful
The streets'll get rid of ya
That OG talk, I'm like EF Hutch
and it's the King Kames version (let's get it)
Church
Ain't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD
Has the best shit
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
have a lot of money
But we'll get her by
It might not be the best life
But that's alright
And we'll be fine
That's alright
And I feel fine
That's alright
Get your smoke on, maintain
Get your smoke on, maintain
Maintain, get your smoke on, maintain
[Chorus]
Smoke and maintain, and maintain
future dream is a shopping scheme!
'Cause I,
I wanna be,
Anarchy!
In the city!
How many ways,
To get what you want!
I use the best!
I use
work tryin' to get by
Every time I close my eyes
I'm havin' nightmares of closed caskets faced down
Thankin' is it my time
But got to watch these
AK-47, the very best there is
When you absolutely, positively
Got to kill every motherfucker in
The room accept no substitutes
Yeah bitch, it's my
wanderin' one
Sayin' I'll wander no more
Other places only make me love you best
Tell me you're the one in all the golden west
San Francisco, I'm coming
Chorus
Verse 3
In case you didn't know, it's the P-are-A-S
Got strategies like playing chess
Penetrate through your flesh, yes, hit me with your best
Got
even care, what you be talking about
I'm busy! Boss status, That type of nigga you go to see to put that
job app in, surrounded by wild trees like
moves?
Eh yo money, it's gotta be them new shoes
I took a page out that book, you see
The one about you stressing where to look for me
He's the best, he's
C.R.E.A.M.
But first we need love and happiness 'for I get the foreign and go travelin
Cali, Japan, and Paris
Yeah you know i'm after it, yeah
I remember back
Congregation at your leisure
Small town exit ninety-one
Drink and roll around, have a seizure
Careful when you drop, don't bite your tongue
Get yourself
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