Lyrics:
cash in the air
She gone bring the dog out a nigga
Throw a stack at her face yeah I'm a savage nigga
If it wasn't for the pussy wouldnt have a nigga
Megg
called the cops then they panicked
Ran up out my crib all manic, kept the kush, dropped the bag
Seconds later it hit me, had only minutes to stash
Had
Cause you like to make sounds
Never make it to the bed
We barely make it to the couch
When I want it she supply it
I’m wearin' that pussy out
His and her
God, I love me, I love y'all
I love peace
From a city where the semi bullets fly
And if you make it out alive
It's a war you can't unsee
Never thought
(oh)
And love you just a little more? (oh yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said I'll show ya how to fax in the mail room
smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
(oh)
And love you just a little more? (oh yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said I'll show ya how to fax in the mail room
the NASCAR seats
Jaguar with the all black feets
TO6 spillin' Act on me
Hit the mall, I ran out of shit to buy
Ball, got a lot of shit that I supply
[?]
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
to lead you
It's like fire and water every time
Burned out the flame but
Smoke hits our eyes
I can't see for air with
Love that's hard to find
Love is hard
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all
show love
So my dick you ain't gotta ride it
Imma real king I strive to be
Cut you off if you lie to me
No thug nigga
No drug dealer
So humbly I supply
the ground and crawl to the dresser
Alcohol on my breath as I reach for the Scope
I'm blackin' out, I'm all out of meds
With them benzodiazepines gone
Now
[chorus]
I've never had love for the feds,
But I've always had love my slum,
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people
the streets
Street Iove but no love from the streets
It's Cold out Keep an FN for Heat
These hoes out trying to fuck over me
I know not to give a fuck bout
I have been all by myself talking with ego and pride
Go and put God on the shelf thinking that I can survive
Fuck all these cards I've been swear
drinking from the bottle
You took my heart, and you held it in your mouth
And,
With the word, all my love came rushing out
And,
Every whisper, it's
we’re left to bare
All the damages caused by this love in the air
Did I say love? I meant to say hate
There’s a fine line between but it's an endless
full drunkards who wanna get away from the life
Over crowded hospitals, low supply, no medical attention
And yeah they get mentioned
They always show
part
Walking mistake
But just know I got a good heart
My only motive is supply & demand
I'm tell my ppl you gotta get it how you can
I live by it
Not
imagine if it all gets down
Have you paid respect and gave them love?
Have you made the memories and put them all above?
No money can replace what now
frontin', tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga
Wear why'all out then air
the holier than thou art
I'll take all your sins and turn em into street art
Helicopter moms fake love no hugs
Who turn their kids into dumb blond trust fund
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
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