Lyrics:
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck,
hands and show them niggas that you ain't weak
You gotta take yo ass whoopin' wit no plan to retreat
You gotta sock that nigga out and put his head by
like Tetris gun shots ring out likely by local clicks load
The clips waring over gully side Gaza strip
Instrumentals is riddims move ya waistline boom
I walked on water today
I wore fuschia and green
Before sun called day, a single bird
Quiet wing the question isn't if there's
A heaven, you see, I
don't judge my actions I'm trying out from nada.
I'm building a home
I'm building a home
It has been a long time without a place called home, the plan
you've heard about me
And all my ramblin' ways
If I could have a gal like you
I'd change today
I've been called an old tomcat
Been in and out
don't care what you saying bout me
But this thing called life doesn't work without me
By all means
May be in a small world, but I keep big dreams
Been
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
Did you know?
Strait, Of Gibraltar
Puts less
Than eighteen
Miles between
Africa's most northern point
And Spain?
Hannibal's, Called a cannibal
called a life line, yeah
Enter the game where you can play as player 2
Where you can make your own decisions or just duplicates the moves
Made by any
Crossed by the ones I called my spouse, cropped out the family picture
Heart hurt so much, I can't explain the feelin', yeah
Who would ever knew these
gone
I ain't trying to fight no more
Can we even out the score
Cause I feel like I've been struck by lightning since you been gone
It's been two days
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes, I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale,
a place I called home
Taking my car
You send me your address but I know it by heart
They say love is game but we know it's not
Pictures on my phone
Looking
Looking for the one who called for the deck
Now they airing out the hall in the spot
Hitting stomachs, leaving niggas pinched up
Bodies balled in a knot
Does anyone really know how to love?
Does anyone really feel what they dreamt of?
Or is it all a puzzle maze
But we never actually walk out
God, send Your spirit God
You called us out, out of the darkness
Into your love, into your light
Grace upon grace, beauty for ashes
You come to us, we
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
my health
Hoes used to kick me out
I got a place by myself
Almost died in that cell but
Got saved by the bell
Rather carried by 6 than be hanged by
Called by the daylight
To walk in the sun
Called by the night-time,
To howl at the moon
Singing the firebirds song and calling out, calling out
fully
My old skin died out, where You reside now
From the inside out, Lord, my soul cried out
I called out for You
Didn't think You were listening
But You
that by the half
Ayy, ayy, just like that, just like that, hey
Money called me ringin' and it's ringin' just like that
Just like that, just like that,
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
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