Lyrics:
graduated
Now he got a whole meal ticket
Got a meal ticket, came from whippin' chicken
Yeah I come in the bando where
Y'all know I'm water whippin'
Servin
favor is for a lifetime
You have turned for me
My mourning into dancing by loosening
The heavy load of my sack clothing
And have clothed me with gladness
Kane is in the building nigga
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Where my old lady at
Where my old, where
She is gone, she is
seen is treachery
I hope them boys remember (I hope them boys remember)
Remember me, industry don't favor me
When they need something they check for
come bring favor into his life, favor into his music Lord
Let him know that his best is yet to come
As long as he can continue to put you first
owed Son
Gone were the threats and the micromanagement
Upper heads couldn't care only there is where they spend
Their time vacationing enjoying the sites
outta town, nigga speechless
Cause the last thing we need is leeches
You leech ass niggas better
Stick to those beaches
I'm from the city where the sun's
your head, baby
Darling you've got your chin where
Mine is suppose to be
Hold up your head, baby
Hold up your head, baby
You've got your chin where mine
saved by this music
I belong to it
Know the devil coming for me but my God favor me
I remember long night
I remember hards day
I remember havin doubt
Oh it's real
Surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep
The idols YOU heap
Causing
full moon
Fleeing into the coffee fields
I'm dragging guilt tied to my heels
My friend, he is coming
And he means to reckon with me
Favor his
arawak or carib stands
Remember history is always written by the victor's hand
And we clearly
We clearly did not win that war
And the battle is far from
I thought I'd come
Back to like where we
Like where it all started
Last time I said this was the last time
But this time is the last time I promise
gon' kill me
Distance is crazy, I thank God I'm healing
I thank God I'm healing, ain't no dope
Ain't no favors, I told them to go
Ain't no favors, you
with me
Is you crazy?
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up?
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
'Cause the gangsta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
Look where I'm at
Crash on a wav, another attack
It's like nowadays, they can't come with that bluffing cuz imma just hand them a tack
It's like
of the Lord
Hey, think back where He took you from
It's full of destruction and void
Don't you got a reason to pray, got to say
For today is the day
So, stop
them frienemy, understand me
We don't have no time for playin' so you know what
Yeah, scream out
Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team
Mad Lion
phone like you did that
And you even hit my line like where you been at
It's always on some shit like when can I get a favor
Or where my bitch at, like
Sometimes you need to slow things down
Remember where you came from
Who you are
Remember all roads lead to home again
When you're a superstar
Home is
you wonder if you wasting time
Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds
What different niggas feels in they hearts is scary
I used
should I begin?
(Montana, where should I begin? Ayy, ayy)
Only thing we had before gettin' rich was fake (haan)
Anything you lose by bein' real is
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