Lyrics:
sometimes it's the bullet
Every day we live and learn, take it step by step
And we create our own path, until there's no life left
I hold my
made this house
This house would die without the heart we gave it you and I
It came aloud as a love inside me grew stronger as the years went by
heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house
the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (c'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
explode
We visit Grandma to have tea
But not like the tea from that King Diamond album "Them"
Where the house is like possessed and his grandma gives him
in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no
Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint
a gamble)
Breaking my heart trying to avoid cameras
I keep shit loaded like a bando (loaded like a bando)
Learned how to turn a trap house to a rancho
told the judge on his own people,
Now his own people won’t stop,
‘Til they’ve found him,
They told nxggas stay in the house,
Some man live and die by
is
I just know he's not here
I can see your heart is open
Open up your eyelids
I don't have to be a Saint to know this ain't where God lives
Take
mother keeps my arms strong
Life's a bitch so I got a hard on
Leaving all the bozos banging over postcodes
But don't own the house they live in
When you're
to recognize the shades
Even if you hate me, you would trade
You would live this life too 'cause I got it made
I like my bed made, soon enough, I'll have
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
my heart and on the ground he left a stain
In my city it's a murder every day and that's a shame
Them crackas take us down for how we live when they
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
Instead I brought in a million
A new house and a million
Bitch I'm tryna raise kids and
I said first off
How can I say this all politely?
Fuck
"For real.
Everybody's a star, everybody shine
("Shine. Shine. Shine")
Follow your heart and not mankind.
("Kind. Kind. Kind")
For real, for
affliction
Was stress and I inherited his heart condition
In Vanhart there's an addiction, was heroin needles
Petty hustling, the evils, the street man lust
So
I can't drive by
The old house
Something's missing in its four walls
It's not the
Door I'd walk through
A different entrance then I knew
You'd be
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
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