Lyrics:
sit there imagine when they start to cry
Do you think they'll regret their lies
My money's on no, but I'm not the gambling type
Not fixated, dwelling
Was to play my music for a sold out crowd
Bitches money fame
They say I had it all
6 foot 1
I walked around like I was 10 feet tall
Did you see
And i kno my mentor love me
Said he'll visit while i do my time
And they laugh when dizzibop say n.dizz on all of his songs
And the same ones laughin they
girl on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods, and how she could deliver
The Lorelei
She used to love in a strange kind
The young girl :
Oh ! Please, shut up ! He's making love with my soul.
My poor soul
The wanderer :
I know where I am
I'm covered with mud
a second with the right kind of money
Life in the west we, obsessed by money
Mind how you worship, you can't be blessed by money
I do the best with all my
a second with the right kind of money
Life in the west we, obsessed by money
Mind how you worship, you can't be blessed by money
I do the best with all my
one of a kind yeah it's hard to find
I can get you touched it won't cost a dime
Nigga play with me must've lost his mind
I be on my grind do that all
baby, got an eye for money
Baby love a girl who gully, who move her back to back
Steppaz twinnin', baby, Louis V matchin'
Hold it down, baby, we
rather see a black man claimin' his son
And I don't mean just for one day and you done
I mean, you still trapped in a rut
And I work my ass off and I
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled, she's always confined
Controlled by her parents until she's a wife
A slave to her
but the Glock 10 was by the bed
I'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)
I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up
another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim
Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for
a move I'm solid as they coming
I heard he a rat, that choppa ate his stomach
I can't tell you that I love you
If I ever do, I'm sorry I'd be fronting
forward now she ain't my kind (my kind)
Old hoes can't stand me, (yeah)
Hate me but they love my rhymes
I'm the same ole damn me, (bitch)
I just got my
impressed
Talk that shit il have ur chest
I ain't straped don't get arrest
Shh saw me now his mom's depressed
Yo bitch by my side as guest
Ur people
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
As a little child I was taught the ways of Christ
I thought by going to church it would suffice
My mom, well, she was sure that I should be
The kind
pleasing me
I never met a woman that will ride or die
I need her right here now by my side
One of kind and she all mine
She bad as hell and she a whole dime
as I'm looking at him dead in his eyes
I seen the devil himself in physical disguise
I had to get him out my cipher, my only chance was my nine
won't be
falling in love
Oh, let's go to church
Called you last night man, how come you didn't pick up the phone
I said I called you last night man, why didn't you
so
Don't be fooled by his guitar and
Who really wants to fall in love in bar?
I've learned a thing or two
Walking in those boots
It's always the same
on
D'you think he wants his little loved one gone?
I love you baby, more than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know
When I wasn't makin' too
on
D'you think he wants his little loved one gone?
I love you baby, more than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know
When I wasn't makin' too
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