Lyrics:
love 'em and gotta praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothing, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seeing what life has
tuck it on the back-street
I'd catch a body for my boys
We about to make some noise
We got fraudsters, we got dealers, I got shooters with them toys
Boy
me a sign
Tell me the way we fall out of line
Is it today or is it tonight we'll find
The answer to our life
This world is not at ease
We seem
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
responsibility
Of having to support our families
Who's protecting us from harm
Is there anyone around
That we can trust
So we search for answers to our
Looking for answers
No answers but we're taught a lesson everytime
Through mistakes we've learned to gather wisdom
Life's responsibility falls in our hands
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin'? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same
answer this too
Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true, life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act Black and live
Not to be phony
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
(Yeah)
Try acid and get your butt pumped out like I did
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Backstreet
I said I had a brother in the Backstreet Boys
So everyone screamed
Hey is this some kinda trick
Yea, which one is he?
The blonde one, Nick
a different cloth no textiles
Just a backstreet boy tryna live the west life
I’ll be spitting with infinite rhythm
they only dreaming of beating this infamous
a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the poor get more cash?
Until then, raise up
Tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress,
these boys
Body in the alleyway, you a backstreet boy
Pistolvania where they clap these toys
I'm the kid with the damager flow
Cock back, and I'll damage
within?
It's time to help boys and girls,
Become men and women.
So I repent with a pen.
Instead of fill up with led.
‘Cause I've been led by some demons
of happiness
From the table of some god who tortures you
For no reason
By making you endure a shittier life
Before providing relief?
So cruel
So unnecessary
of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions
a young'in already had reached that
On some real life topics I've been snapping
You ain't bust no shots boy you been capping
You ain't living how you said it
Yeah, 2gether
Your boy got popped in a drive-by yesterday
He'll be lucky if he makes it through the night is what the doctors say
You can take
‘VIRGIN’S PICKS & TIT’S’ BY DALEARGO ARC-ON
(I DON’T THINK SHE’S A VIRGIN THOUGH)
[MARSHALL]
ANONYMOUS REGULAR: IS A LIFE OF ADVENTURE & RISK REALLY WORTH
raise up!
Tell my young black males, blaze up!
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin
Blessed much love to my
by the boatload?
Doing him a favor when I'm rockin' out later
Alligator on my shoes and boots
And new suit mean new recruits, ya dig?
('Cause you
Uzokings Empire
They call me Birdboy o yeh
Oh na na (Oh na na)
Oluwa pick my call ye (Yeh yeh)
Oluwa answer the boys o
Baba pick my call o
Shey you
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