Lyrics:
studied rap albums, that’s all I’ve done
Now I produce and rap, proving I ain’t dumb
But I do it to show the show the world it ain’t impossible
For a rapper
gotta get guala & pray that my album sticks
If it doesn't I'll make me some other shit
Focus & count on my blessings
My life if a lesson, ain't stressing
will ride up
And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up
And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave
That's why even if it's petty I'll
when panic hits you reminiscing
The fire’s automatic and the bullets spray
But I am here to say that it’ll be okay
Inhale through your nose go for four
Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow ho Gwen
Shoulda known she was a bitch that we both coulda boned
If posted
of mine I know some cold survivors ahhh
Not trying to glorify
But I done seen a lot of s*** that will leave you mortified keep yourself fortified
Don't ever
you low
I'm all ears, all tears, all fears welcome
And that's for L, Belle
Spirit of this album
So
It's alright to be crying (It's alright to cry!)
I'm the hustler on the block
With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what
[Chorus]
You're dealin' with the ghost
plus it smoke speci
Three thousand full pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in the spurs, that's faster
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
cutting the line
Got me a girl, ooh she so fine
I be so proud that I call her mine
Every new year, we sip on some wine
Love her so much even though we don't
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
Can't see no one in sight
Don't worry I'll be alright
Yeah some days I won't
Some days I will
Can't explain just how I feel
Some days I'm slow
Some days
to hope
You have to give up on yourself, before you will be excited
About the hope that is yours in Christ Jesus Amen
This is George Jones, to the 3rd power
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
Cause they know you and they will destroy you
They say they'll keep a secret but aren't even loyal
Only trust the people that are closest to you
I ain't
album, the massacre will resume, boy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I appreciate all the love that's been given thus far
Just know if you give it to me, I
the bench
This ain't no tag in
Maybe I'm hopeless
Or I'm next
They want me boxed in
But I won't fumble
With these next steps
I been down so long
That to be
the bench
This ain't no tag in
Maybe I'm hopeless
Or I'm next
They want me boxed in
But I won't fumble
With these next steps
I been down so long
That to be
gotta get rid of em, memories I think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will
I've lost my faith along the way, the trials I face just isolate me from the Lord
Worry I won't make it, that time will fade and I'll be late to find His
time again
D the enemy - tellin you to hear it
They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the show
Bum rush
This shit is real you can't play with it
Please do not forget that we stay so lit
With this album I have learned some patience
The way that I kill it
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