Lyrics:
tomorrow
Robins will sing your lullaby
But I've seen too many of our generations
Live and die for that high in the sky
You say, "Those innocent lives
hit double digits (facts)
I'm in the trap with Bridget, that's white girl, I don't need no one to mix it (Lizzie)
I know niggas that pree the ting
Transcribed by Robin Hood
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and do not necessarily correspond with lyrics from other
rage, but I'm protected by what they can't see
Seen niggas lost in a haze
They couldn't manage, I won't dare repeat
Got to stay sharp like a blade
Keep
a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
the hole
Martin 20 million bucks can't get your pardon
You got the Carter 5 huh? but now you starving
Surrounded by the ghouls and goblins into Robin
You
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
to smoke with me
It's Real Lyfe nigga and we ain't going broke by no means
Bitches go nuts when they play my shit
Only right I come back with the latest hit
won't see me on the radar
My life matters, nine lives matters
My bitch getting Robin Thicke
My son he just hit a lick
Made him producer of this shit
Now
I ain't never ran never will how you feeling yo the fam know the fam know the deal
Hit the spot hit the spot just to celebrate let them hate
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
asthmatic
Shit be dumb as fuck, but we live once so I guess fuck it uh
Hit the bullseye with no laser uh
Cutting some guy like a barber uh
Winning a prize
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
As you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November
That's twenty years of memory
And that's assuming I'ma live that long
If I don't
Don't cry 'cause I
arrows of the rich'll steal
In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
When you make pie
the window the birds come
Robins write all my melodies
Memories of Hysteria
Thinking I might need 10 of these
Don't know what I like more
Is it the process
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
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