Lyrics:
down on my good creases
Seem to hold of house where no one lives but my good demons
I visit once or twice to make sure I'm in good leisure
High
different mothers
We light brown brown brown and black brown
Some of you live downtown and others live uptown
Some drive fancy cars that’s real fast
While
no mo'
You makin' deals, you need to clown that ho
But you forgive her, can't live with her
Can't live without her but you doubt her
Love, sometimes
the weed on the table
No line
Girls in the back room
Different people
In different lights
For different nights
Got the weed on the table
No line
Girls in
thoughts are profound
Spitting fire on the mic, leaving no doubt around
Inspired by the struggles, the pain that we endure
I'm the voice for the people
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
gotta doubt shit
No matter what you do they’ll never see that you about shit
I’m inquisitive by nature,
People see it as odd
Conversations comparing
she used to live
The world looks a lot different after you do a bid
The way your life done changed
While primitive minds are still stuck in the same
No justice no peace
It’s been one too many
Need justice to be served to just us
All lives can’t matter till black do
Tired of funerals & candle light
for a piece of ground, rippin' off the people
Skimmin' the top when there was no one around, tryin' to help the people
He was dealing antiques in
lies confided by tyrant
Confound we the people are bound
Reaping fecal matter consuming the worst silver platter to brain bladder
Pissing out knowledge
And not just Spanish-speaking countries eitherbut Haiti and Jamaica as well
As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society
then it's played in every room my house
Ain't no doubt about it, I'm well rounded like the circle I created
Well weighted with folks who hold me close
church
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now
[Hook-Charmelle]
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
know you
Red roses pink skies and the waves are blue
Never had a moment but this one really still Holds tru
We different people living different lives
We
All the people 'round me, seem to doubt me, that's a fact
I'mma give 'em all a reason to just keep 'em comin' back. hold up... that's right
All these
passing by while I'm afraid and sit still
All I've got left is the power of my will
I'm not gonna die tonight, I'll live to see another day
To wake up,
I trusted people and I always got played
Physical mental was always in a cage
Had to act different moved to another stage
Backtracked from the wrath
again
Feel I'm two different men
Try to just cope is my usual event
Maybe this chapter is putting an end
To the people that said that you couldn't win
I
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold
did while he walked this earth
Will live on forever
He touched peoples lives he'd never met and would never see again
Now that's bringing the world
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