Lyrics:
young, always knew I'd be a crook
Straight up off the streets
That white powder, learned to cook
Was eleven years old when I
Sold my first slab
Thirteen,
look at me
Living my life, feeling free
No more stress is on me
No more stress is on me, yeah
Unsure of a starting point
Album did not disappoint
Had
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
for me and you
I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister
Yeah, yeah, yeah Said I'd rather choose peace over pain, baby
I'd rather choose joy over rain, baby I've been trusting God lately
I said I'd rather
Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister
Then
all the rage
And then I do that shit at church, then the Gospel pays
Cause they'd be all dismayed if I told the whole truth
Like the rich young ruler,
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses
Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is
Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some
didn't go that way. I might be way off track
Can't make an album about my life without my sisters bein part of the light
There were sometimes that we would
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
decline
I'll swing while my sisters sing for the brother
who's conducting thangs
[Chorus]
conducting thangs
oh eh ahh
I wrote a jam called Private
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
The mansion on the hill
At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride
Through the streets of a town so silent and still
Park on a back road along the highway side
of Dolly
Dolly and Charlie got a son named Wally
And Wally got a girl by the name of Polly
Polly got a sister by the name of Molly
Molly and Polly got
Family matters, It's in the last name
Saturday mornings feel like a half day
Time flies by until you've had enough
Summer grilling and juice inside
that'll kill a sister for reporting a mister
Who had no right to violate her resistance, I beg my pardon
To a system that perpetually fails to acknowledge
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
can tell that I'm important by the way my keys swang
In the shower Tryna figure it out
Bro told ova bro that wholesale bring bigger amounts
Mama D said
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
.jpg/300px-Sister_Hazel_(2174716298).jpg "Sister Hazel")
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