Lyrics:
to be Clearing my head when i drive
For now i'm exploring by driving my Taurus, it's more enough to be getting me by
Thinking that it'd be nice to switch
to the Holy Grail
You gotta weigh me off the rig to never own the scale
Ghetto nigga, I love pretty bitches with ponytails (ayy)
All my killers, standin'
ride like a rodеo
Yeehaw, I'mma ride it good
You can eat me likе I'm
Little Red Riding Hood
Yo, I'ma give 'em what they asked for
On my James Brown flow
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
kill y'all but I'm down to pop a bitch
Hold 23 keep it ina clip dawg like James in this bit
Big stick and I ride wit a big strap
Make em hit 4 flat if he
[Chorus]
Said it ain't to much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
To keep you loving me
And its just
I'm a damn Warrior
Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries
Run my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy
Forever change for the better
No longer falling for the okie doke
I got the antidote
Lord Giving me all the answers
I really walk by faith
Not just
the garden, man I feel like I'm Carmelo
Minus it by 10, sip a 40 of Modelo
Stepback, James Harden
Stepback, James Harden
50 in the garden
50 in the garden
sound, got em' on me
Put my heart into this shit, sometimes I feel like I'm chosen
In the booth by my lonely, cause these niggas too phony
Mama, she tell
as the violence that the summer produce
That make us grow up so fast and got us running from youth
James Brown found the boots of a man that was hung by a noose
about luck, It's all about the means
I ain't savage, I ain't in rage
Bitch, I'm a lion in a cage
Open the door for me, or I'll break the lock
I don't give
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor
written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)
Darling, been
all in
I see no competition Lebron James
Whenever it was an issue the mob came
Got the juice be with Bishop like Mob James
Keep the shades on my bitch
(Feat. Nas, Foxy Brown, Amerie)
[Chorus:]
Said it ain't to much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
of encouragement but discouragin' the rappers, the rap game's God
But the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith
So let these words lift
'Cause all I got is
the name's not James Todd, I'm just a wordsmith
So let these words lift
'Cause all I got is bars for you dumbbells
Since yours ain't workin' out
Each verse
That this shit is all
Just a phase
I'm sitting by the shore
Searching for my soul
Maybe find the guy
Maybe find the guy who
Had it all before
James Dean,
now free
Unless the rhyme was rocked by me
I got the balls to bang (baw ba-ba-baw, ba-ba-baw, ba-baw bang)
Yeah, steady, just doing my thang (steady,
my lead on me tryna dodge the pen
(Aye)
Always on the block like LeBron James
Always keep this thirty like I’m Stephen Curry
Promethazine and codeine
a couple of robberies
I been getting all of these dark figures
Now they calling me a Prodigy
Never let the haters bother me
Better take a major artery
I been
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
Was down bad down by my lonely
Wasn't no one really there that was for me
I swear it was killing me slowly
I was hoping you would care I was wrong
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