Lyrics:
the dirt to provide
Reality to dreams to collide
I'm the man of the house
Gotta put in work for the future
Take it to the top like a booster
Man of the house
a hustle
With a blindfold tryin' to find pieces to the puzzle, no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that, right or wrong
I'ma call it how I see it, don't
feat. Preacher Earl, Melo T, Bass Blaster, Asu, Guru
[ Greg Nice ]
Check it out, check it out
I got my whole crew in the house
and we gon' turn
... It's be strong in your the way you made... Everybody skeptical back and forthing don't get you paid..
I had it documented ever time I took it over
ain’t gotta bring your moms and your sister in it
House too big, they all trying to spend the night
You always inviting them and I don’t need to be liking
about it
She gone root for the devil and hell is over crowded
I used to sip toxic juice
Now I sip chamomile opera house while I rock a suit
Street wear
I wanna live in a world full of peace
The color of skin, it just don't matter
Let's get along and let's get better
I want a life full of love,
counts
And right here, right now, Lord this is your house
I thank you Lord for a dream that came true to light
And I ask you to bless everybody in this
now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life, live
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Everybody say, shock it and pop it
Everybody say, ich me
street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle
Catch it and why Hollywood
a blogger to perform it live
They'd have better luck playing Frogger on the 405
You don't stand on any ground on which to base judgments
Or stand underground
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
. Well, that's really the only house you can afford, cause there's no money in it for you. For us, yes, but not for you. Don't complain, you get to do all
For every artist strugglin' tryna push your stuff to new ears
So take it easy, easy live it, love it, don't give up
The battle scars are cool when you
the doctor told her sister of the two options she had to survive; she had to let the child die for her to live or let the child live for her to die. It was
murdered, it's murder
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
Don't point your weapons at me
Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous
he deserve it
And never take from who don't have
Same Nut from over there
Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game
I was right there when them folks
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
'til it's ripped apart
Secret's out momma that fire I started it
Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit
What's positive about a father
hurl
Paranoid like it's me against the world
Will I live or die?
My only question: When I ride
Will I be murdered?
A victim of some homicide, did I
your dream bitch and your dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
There's someone following me
I need to beat it so I
Hit a crowded spot, crowded lot
Perfect place to hide
Got me like I'm playing with some cops
Game
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