Lyrics:
worked out if I wrote 'em they songs
One of one Kerby, I got this shit sown
My fist in the air like the back of my comb
Over they head like a shot with
certified
Pull that paperwork get it notarized
Motivated by the pain I internalized
From me to you
Eight One Five
For now and forever
watching me, Stone cold
Then my brother Mac Miller Overdosed
GOOD Music's singing my song
That's a 60 million dollar note
And I still haven't seen a dime
and a place where them things belong
The stage and a soapbox, this is only a song
To dwell on the matter much longer would be wrong
And people get by, she'll
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
fact
I can't even sleep right, starin' at the gun
Should be staring at the peace pipe, hard to see what peace like
Forty-five, still get scared from
will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain ya weight
Drink beer by
deep in your veins
Come here let my song take it Away
Demons come at night trying Take her away
Shawty will say is okay even with Tears in her eyes
I
I got rank by the dozen
Who the fuck said I ain't
Crazy man
Come on
Hey, what's up
Hey, come on
Crazy
Who the fuck said I ain't get no money
Man, I
the rats are gonna play the cat is here im teasing it
Doing songs of solomon it ain’t real if you just reading it
All my brothers got a code
Fazer das tripas
The hired hand he does not stand
He flees from pain and suffering
Lured along by the siren's song
To a graceless land where fools will crown him king
a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was
I ain't playin the boy was cute, and I'm sayin
we only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin
on Cudi and spin it
This the only time I find peace
This the only time my mind cease
To think
But back to the topic
How many brothers fall apart by hot head
it stay in my hand
Shawty you know that my money be long, I'm cool by the end of this song
Bout the smoke, so I'm lighting it up wit a bong
My brother
brother teach each other how to be a man
I know he gone be right there if I gotta go to the can
We was matching 5 Ima split my first 100 bands
Tell Chanel I
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
you're like, ""I'm done! What the fuck do you even do to Silent Night? What do you do? Count skulls?"" It's a disgusting song. By five ... By day three
love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take
love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take
to have fun just let me know
Twelve at one time, or maybe more
Powered by alcohol, I never get sore
A Budweiser man, a tower full of power
Urinated five
to have fun just let me know
Twelve at one time, or maybe more
Powered by alcohol, I never get sore
A Budweiser man, a tower full of power
Urinated five
controlling actions of another
America was built on the sweat of black sisters and brothers]
Never allowed to breathe but allowed to bleed and breed
faces, all those tears of joy
All those warm embraces of men and women, girls and boys
Sisters and brothers dancing, all singing freedom's song
God, if
You want to hang your sister, but you're not attractive
Set up a brand and find some little brothers
Wear enough dirt, take off your pants and sell
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