Lyrics:
I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of
If I don't get he'll probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my momma
I don't kill soloists only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
I seen
I don't kill soloists only kill squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
I seen
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
can feel this is going to be long
I can't stop
My gratitude, which includes, dear reader
You, for staying here with me
For moving your lips just so
be Joyner, Logic
And I won't be NF
That's okay with me
I don't have to beat the top ten
To me, that's just not what matters in the end
I was never good
tonight
Yeah, it's like I always seem to fall
Catch me can you catch me, can you catch me
Before I'm gone? I'm gone
Tryin' it on my own
I know I can't do
own tones
We can't all sing in harmony
But i heard God was calling and i grabbed my gun
And Bible
And Scriptures
And waited
Harbored down by faith
Ten
bruh
Ayy, ya'll at my show, when
I say these names, ya'll better scream for
Me i don't give a fuck if
You know the names or not
Google them they will
Please don't leave me, on my own
Don't go, don't go, please don't go
Please don't leave me, on my own"
You're creepin', sneaking, cheating, on me
gone
Do you know what it's like to be fucked over by ya own
But instead of holding it against em you just got to move on
Yeah it probably hurted
But you
outta ten you on yo own when this shit ends( Nine times outta ten)
Nine times outta ten you don't make it out the trench (Make it out the trench)
Nine
masters and I own my masters
Heart on my sleeves
Blood on the leaves
You won’t believe all of these schemes up in the streets
Brothers is bleeding
I cannot
And you won't come back
Company, by the rightdress!
Squad camp it hUP!
My goodness me
I am in a bad temper today, all right
Two, three, damn, damn
Two,
working through all of the serpentine
The devils disciple that stifle our plans for freedom
If wee keep conforming to all these laws set by the demons
Oooh, way, oooh, way
I know you don't fuck with me
Somethin' changed in Texas
Guess I missed the message
Look, I missed my exit
I'm living like
me is the best thing to do
Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your
I can't say I'm impressed/Mediocre is dead to me, you speakin up or suspect/Church/
I'm killing you homes, by stripping your bones/Try cashing
do is what I do, yeah, no doubt
Thinkin' about you, Jodeci help me sing it now
I was just sitting right here
Waiting for you, my dear
I was just
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
Superheroes ain’t real
[But you mean so much to me. But you mean so…]
Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to me
Don’t
no end to time
Skin separates from bone, separate from bone
One hot flash of metal
Now you're on this earth alone
Layin' face down in your own
Blood
I'm hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons in between us, came between us
I know you hate me, don't you
I bet you sit
chill and wait, and don't delibirate
You see they feel that way, and then they kill that way
[Chorus]
[Vinnie]
I love my niggas to the death of me
to the point that I can't stand it, I can't even try to cope
And you don't know me, you can't help me, you can't offer me no hope
It's too late to try and stop
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