Lyrics:
helped me nurture my talents
I used to sleep three hours a night, that ain't healthy
I made 40,000 a year, that ain't wealthy
My mission changed when my
frosted windows
Outsides like 40 below
Can feel the temperature rising on me whenever you close
Call me the weatherman but the forecast don't need to be
in neck rolls
Base time by night sky's and bank
Rolls i'm killing it villainous advancing
I'm planning my dis passing
They were tactically masking
My
triple AV
Anywhere I go I bring gang
God save the streets all these gains were painful
Now aint A day that I'm weak
Got everything I prayed for still
Friday night, I'm just sittin at home
In the zone with the TV on
Lookin at Beyonce with some sexy shit on
Thinkin Jay better be hittin that shit right
unencumbered
It is he who achieved his
Dreams with no slumber
Yeah, scrawny with the sumo bars
A top 40 song, no hook by Bruno Mars
I made the DJs hit replay
all day
What, yeah, that’s how we do it
Red bricks, steel fences, still loosin'
They call me Styles P, never change
Won’t do it matter fact, can’t do it
I think I've been alone too long
Ion even be in my feelings
During the day ppl with me
At night, I'm the only one sitting
Tried to talking to my
le oli
I was out there partying way before my mama turned 40
One thing I probably regret ke ane peng bebe nkebe ke phutsi
But are tlwelle another day
door's another open
The postman was late today, by my time two minutes
The people sigh as she complains, cause they know they're in for it
How dare he stop
Day shift at the flame
I was tryin' to kill time
But ending up stand a lil' bit long
Cause the stripper kind of fine
Alexander McQueen me rocky night
Look
Back on my bullshit, it's a scary sight
I'ma always keep on steppin'
You can stay behind (Matt Brick$)
I be thinkin' 'bout the days when
I
Ave Maria,
Five thirty-four in the morning,
What's the story?
Feeling ordinary,
Not extraordinary,
Forty-five times I tried to say goodbye,
boys were "oh they're just junkies and killers"
But he was alone so he had to take his promise back
Esteban went to them late one day
He pleaded please
truth in statements
Found self on distant stages
Man can’t tell me about patience
Spent nights in the darkest places
Man can’t tell me about grind
Ten
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
July ...you can't deny that we fly...see
We play every day from L.A. to N.Y..and cross seas we got trees
In the
West Indes...Lord, Lord, Lord,
We lie in bed for days
Empty bottles consuming empty space
I'm suffocating
If I go to you by train
It's forty-five blocks of seeing the same
others was blowing out 16 candles.
Happy birthday to you as I took plane rides to seattle.
See I was born on the coldest day of the year march 11th,
were you doing?
Two hoes in the bed, one couldn't do it
Even the day that I hopped out the womb
I knew that I couldn't abide by the rule
I clocked this
a whole variety
Blowing weed 24s I blame my anxiety
Cold nights in my cell you
Said you'd stand by me
I wonder if they believe them own selves
No assurity,
feeling thick when
They be bouncing on it
Probably hit the pussy, wasn't counting on it
8: 35, gotta hit the stage by 9 make my day
Take it out and take
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