Lyrics:
But we all do like we can all remember
Like one or two things and
It's not one or two things, it's everything
And i really like live it and feel it
Yo
relatives then came a
Bloody end to it, a lesson
In life as a Somali: death
Approaching from the distance
Walking into our lives in
An experienced stroll
We all have fallen from his grace
I'm glad He saved me
Live by grace through faith in Jesus
I looked up at my iPhone clock it read three three three
I swear I'm bout to kill it dog
Only spit a couple bars and she can feel it in her drawers
When the album drop they'll say Chamillionaire's official
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
walking those crowded streets
I got to let go of this time
I spent riding, underground of this old town
To my job, to my friends
I'm leaving soon
It's
itchy chicken feet
They love running
Their feathers in the breeze
And as soon as the chook house door is opened
They are ready to break free
Wings
mils
Live better than rappers and they don't even have deals, that real
Bought Emory a BM as soon as he came home
We hopped on a plane, headed
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
on an album
Boy better know that them tracks gonna come soon
And their gonna come through on the 15th
Man said different their lying to you
Stop that
All
Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
Tebow
Yeah interviews with Ebro
Yeah interviews with Nardwuar
Cause my music go hard
Bags made by Goyard
Want a nice house
With a big yard so my dogs
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
What's your name?
Ace
Ace
Acito?
Yeah
You live in the neighbourhood, right?
Yeah
Look, I gotta get out of here, man, I gotta get back
Uh,
I'm tired of them always counting me out but pretty soon I'll be the one they discuss
By the end of the year Ima buy me a house
Ima try to invest all my
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
life
You're the only father that I ever new
Who's your daddy
Who's your daddy
As you live many years
Things take on a repeat
You're the only father that
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
me blushing
Came a long way
To be sharing rooms with robin
Surrounded by greatness
You can’t call this lucky
Soon go global
Then there’s really no
He who finds a wife has found a good thing
to find something men you got to be searching
soon time for a wife and I should marry a friend
one through
"Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room
And I run it
[Chorus]
And I run
live by
Words that I jot go faster as the pen glides
Across on the paper then into your headset
Destined for greatness, until then I won't rest
Got hope
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