Lyrics:
face like a tattoo
If you're a motherfucking masochist I'd be glad to
Whip you bitches, stick you for digits
This is a jab don't act like you're
Dzoken
I be the rap economist
It's all about Christ in me
Giving Him ma all and all and I'm so free
Lord you changed ma life and made me Holy
You
the pictures, look I am on some pimp shit, yeah
I would probably fuck your sister, look You fell in love with a trickster, yeah
I could never be your mister,
legend in the making
My lil brother on the same shit
We amazing
When funds got low pops told me whip my wrist until it lock
If we want what you got we
mouths for for you it's hot air
I wasn't cool in high school yeah always felt like a loser
Got played by this one girl left me feelin like a boomer
She
cracked yeah
Swear to god that everybody got me mad, yeah
Just be glad that I can't focus on no snap back
But if I see you then just know I'm finna blatt
holding shift when they talking
Cause I swear they be capping
They can't give birth to new knowledge cause all them brothers barren
I run this like
in this prison with a brother I loved
Stuck in this prison with the memories of...
Another time, when music's all that we had
Bonded by anger
wit her
5 weeks pass, now I'm in love I'm so glad that I met her
She's dedicating love songs Brandy "Have you ever"
Have you ever had it bad but just
that we're grown this is something we could figure out
It really makes me glad to be together like a family
But it sucks it took a funeral for it
with lines
Fragrance by Ann Klein had me losing my mind
With your zodiac sign, my perfect match, in fact
I'm compatible with anything from Mio
And slip my dickhead in
Yeah
Bumping Dipset and Jeezy that straight drop
Used to shop at Ross by selling Blockbusters at GameStop
Avoiding bill collectors
That somehow you ain't mistaken
Mental distort in the making
You going round in circles
But you can't give up
Because the last lap that you take
May be
What did I see in you, a quick fuck we were 17 I just wanted my dick sucked
You got a Small mouth so your teeth gave me wisdom
excited by
Lakeside, Lakeside
Pass the phone round the speaker spit the freestyles
Known to be wild
I was thee child
That was feared by all the parents in my
the devil
Getting high
Touch the sky
Would I fly or would I be stuck
In this low frequency world
With so much pain
I pray he lift me up
Or would I see my
to a nine-to-five
I'm living in a war zone, I'm glad that I survived
I'm blessed to have the kind of people I got by my side
But still there's so much that I hide
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
of the confederate
I share the same sentiment: Slavery is bad
But slavery was established by
The American flag follow me
The American flag it flew in every colony
why I still tuck it, in Cloud 9 you know my team and how we give it up, we not in love with them b*****s but they in love wit us, Benji in that facility
ain't gon be in my 4-door
You ain't going be feasting on the moon with me
No egg roll use the knife
You stabbed me with cut you up
Some air rolls bitch
love here for me and my brothers
So we as a race suffer
Cause if they take the target off my back, then it's on my sisters and mother
So I'm glad they
up bottles
Used to have a son he was young and handsome
15 young mother still glad she had him
Daddy out the picture by the fifth birthday
But the way
flipped green
And as I got back up in the car, my wife and kid sat still
And the weight of that moment, it finally felt real
Cuz Stephen seemed so glad
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