Lyrics:
week, Tonya and I were in the car on our way to the Good Will
When a special interview with Aretha Franklin came on NPR.
They played the very first song
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
on and on and last long
Every time I hear this song, this song
I will be played deep brown, the place teared down
Dangerous on the door, seen it all before
Coats
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
things
That's why I've agreed
To let you back in
Kicked the door in
With a different view
No three year plan
I'll be out in two
Instead of following
let you have it your way
We shoppin' today and everything you want is yours
I'm comin' through this industry kickin' down doors for my mama
Chill go
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain't supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about desperation,
on this song. It's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie, it's the kind of a song that people might sing to let you in
seen the sunshine since I dont know when
Lord, Im stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on
And that train keeps a-rollin on down the San An....
since I'm not sure where your head's been at lately, would you mind doing me a
Favor by circling yes, if you're down to start fresh and go on a date with
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
faces
Put my flow on a spaceship
Face spliffs, take shifts
Hate gives, motivation needed to break ribs
Door down, raid shit
Meant take off, incendiary
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
optics
For a post show interview
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For that Mat & Marks Podcast
We spoke on multiple topics
Popped my Broken Skull
And then
This is war, pick your sides, know your stance
This is war, no telling how the story ends
This is a fallout, everybody get down
Stay out of our
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
Yea, what we got right here is a song for the ladies
You really know what you want
One, two, three, four Dream Warriors knockin at your front
the colors in the city
Wanna count it up
Here to explore
She down
She wanted more uh
This chick so freakin' nasty
Every time she close the door
I know she's
scary times
Teary eyes blurry in the mind
Confused in my thoughts
Had me delirious and blind
I was the oldest of 3
Before 2 more was born
Dysfunction in
brother Little Red.
I should have known from the first time when I realised
their special connection, that I just didn't fit in
to my father's plans.
and lil' Killa
Took the blame in interviews and made it look like I was trippin'
Made the Dreka song, lied to the world while tryna protect her image
Tell
Mei
I'm taking out Grade As
Man it's like a birthday
Hear the round of applause
Hunt like a beast when I roar
Pounding down that back door
Muscles be
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