Lyrics:
place every day
Just ain't great, he don't wanna stay
Go home, parents say, “only focus on your grades”
He wants to go outside, have fun and play
But
to multitask
You have to know your limitations
If you can only handle 2 goals at a time
Don't sacrifice the quality of your work trying to squeeze in another one
and through
This one no be cruise
My brother it's the gospel truth
Jesus paid my dues
Peace and his goodness
Love and compassion
Will be your portion
If
he don't show you no signs
If they can make money off ya, they'll welcome you to the club
And they'll smile in your face and call you a nigga in
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
Hookah Lounge
I'm taking your place to be on the face
Of I'm in the race and all of it is amazing
I'm a product of a prodigy who's honestly and probably
mind on the money and the game don't play
(Paul Wall)
When the base going down better protect ya neck
Boys steady dripping when they gone off
can't fix my face
I can't change my look
Get to know my heart
Before you judge this book
I get down on my knees and pray
To The Lord for His love
repentance then we don't have to mention it to the church
And if he listens praise God the Bible says that we gained our brother
They'll know we're His
evidence man you can't fuck with this
Fuck you niggah's who don't want to give Paul your Chevy you gonna be a dead bitch
You hear him, a heavy body
kicked me
Over the edge and I fell so quickly
Now a twin's dead, is the evil one living, no
Show up in your bedroom, with his face missing
To the side tilt
Seen him cry two times in my life and that was crazy
By his side funeral making sure that he make it
That just showed me some bonds could never be
it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out, the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got
it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out, the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got
resultant decisive decision
I wrote this for all my brothers who are diligently pursuing righteousness, driven by the Desire for purity
Please open your eyes
rock a hard place inbetween em
Two foxes one hole and one other brother dreamin
Two davids
2 Davids One Saul Call Paul Schitsophrenic
Besides your own
and feet
Then they say he tried to escape, once his face scraped the concrete
Near the curb on Monster Island, 103 Street
Where brothers run the risk
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
Cause I ain't get your brother gone
I won't go out easy in this shit, I've been too fuckin' strong
You don't fuck with my brother, you don't fuck with me
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
oppressed
until officer press ya, then your gonna protest
-uhhh, you know that I don’t play that game
Mr. Clark, just tryna keep a clean name
I don’t care,
great at a university without someone exposing their fragility
That fake shit don't even appeal to me probably contributes to your fear of me
And what
daily it's a metaphor
Don't mean just let him kill you or turn a blind eye
Hide behind your faith and oversimplify get scared and not try blame
clapped him and pretty
Much stomped his face in
Ivan Vanko wanted to murder Tony Stark
He built an arc reactor fitted with
Whips and slashed his car apart
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