Lyrics:
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
seems I been shot by cupid
Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . .
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love with you
Movin' in my land cruise 'cause my Lexus caught a flat
So had to take it back
Gold and platinum albums bought me gold and platinum credit cards
I work
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished,
Just caught a buzz from this shot an I'm on now
My bitch in my whip and she taking off her bra now
Scam 'notha grand cause my girl wanna ball out
Do
It's late in the night like 12:30
12 missed calls is this one thirsty
I wan call am , na so text me
Hey it's my birthday now, won't you flex me (na scam)
ain't even playin'
I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate
All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days
I thought I
look out the window and see a guy named Nico
Who’s looking for some kids playing hide seek and go
But suddenly I get sucked back in to the crowded little
mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God
'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with
know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards
Y'all really gone make me rap again
I'm off of flipping words I'm flipping acronyms
I need a challenge
This album proof I'm the Kid In Nimbus with
by our blood?
I guess we made it through the rain for getting stuck in the mud
Look, if we ain't leave, we would've never met the crew
But if we had
"I'm comin'!"
Now in ninety one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped
Now
sure
Never raise nuh jailer
Heights of great men reached and kept were not attain by sudden flight
Yuh affi work and work
Day in day out
Morning, noon,
I wait for the day that I meet you on the other side
And with all this pain that I've been through
I wish that I had you
I wish that I had you
Ooh
a little lookie
Hit the green house, too crowded
Just checked out the entry
Smoked so much weed I got the highest in the century
Coffee Shop stop we found
of the stillness of our house
Lately, my patience is in short supply
Nothing seems to come from all this work
No matter how hard I try
You know I believe in
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
and take it where I didn't envisage
Now I've got big time crooks calling the house like "what is it?"
If we need to put in work, say the word and it's
it, there's nothing to prove. It's Ariyo, your son in the booth
Ten toes strong when I'm running my boots. Butterfly feeling that man in the moon
Daddy,
I’ve had my share of the struggle,
To be successful, damn my ass had to hustle,
Didn’t want to be sitting in the house,
On the couch, like my cousins
dumb pride for sin
They had their son set
Never to see their son rise again
And I'm exhausted
I know you take pride in where you're from
But to murder
the music down
Yo half the world thought the album failed in this 94 and its on..
I'm smoking weed in 96' with my peeps
Jetting from the police cause
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