Lyrics:
nigga think he on my level he get tore apart
Cuties, HPs, nigga whole thangs
I got 50 million stories in dis dope game
Ex pills nigga defense, nigga
And she's down for whatever
She's down for the cause
In it for the long run it a marathon
If love if a drug then I'm on one
I'm talking bout a strong one
don't wanna go back no
I found new life in Christ
I'm convicted by love
Convicted by his grace
I just wanna live for him
I don't wanna go back no
I found
to everyone on this album:
KayelaJ & Eastside Emperor - Scooter Rogers
Thanks to Purple Matters for recording them
Much love to Green Light Studios for
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
this shit I'm soul
Ice ice they gotta pay me in gold
Told em rich by 24
No love no x and o's
Wrist in froze ya beats being me
All the baddest hoes
the eight
and look who in it and out it
nigga
[DJ Paul]
look in da eyes of a mad man
shoot em in the head man
level on dat coco
Playa stata calla
da
They don't like me on my shit the love was temporary
Villain on New Years I be the hero by February
Like I'm celibate tell me who really fuckin' wit'
Inorganic beings y’all bouta be frightened
So this is my last album in the 3rd dimension
Cause I’ll be taken away by the ascension
Hey maybe I’ll still make
komme mit Boom boom boom
Und ich hör keinen anderen Ton als hätt ich meine Beats auf, peace out
Lebe in 'nem Mietshaus
Aber nach diesem Album, da
My hearts wide, Our hearts wide, hearts wide
Straight love, straight heart, want change
Then start,Cold shower in the morning
Get the protein, get it
just growing in power
Work salary, get paid by the hour
We move discreet, strictly for ours
We don't do peace, no love for cowards
I went elite, level up
Right under em' Vicky clothes
Hit mail roles and shail toles
And wife beatas, get Nike whifee
She in love with addidas
Ma, I'm in love with Anina
Chuck
it
Not destroyed
By opinions and perceptions
I’m purpose not worthless
Full of faith
Not faithless
I’m vicious I’m a problem
In this game
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
were just saying, In Arms We Trust
When we live by the gun, we die by the gun
When we live by the drone, die by the drone
When we live by the bomb, die
Della whats up with it
Why you crying in the club
Its cause the kids on his
Third album and I swear he's still in
Love
If I feel too low would you say
at the level of your eyes!
Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?
That fate, which condemns
could go catch a flight
A Weeknd trip to paradise it's me and her in the night
I, enter the grey matter, brain fluid and flow thru it
Am, on another level
You came and gave everything, so why throw it away
We both know that love ain't a game, but there's levels to everything
Every stage, all the up
I have been praying praying praying
Double up in different verse
Stock up stock up we don't need no license
Bad man been loved by hater's
Level up
hell, we in hell
We in hell, we in hell, we in hell, we in hell, we in
My niggas praising melanin by making all these songs
But we get locked up for
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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