Lyrics:
I'm looking for Topanga
I keep me a slapper yea I'm good with bangers and I beat the rap by staying true I never been a singer
Top floor meetings with
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
agreed
If she wouldn’t live for her, she could live for me
But what part did I play in my own conspiracy?
A life given to her was a life taken by me
saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
houses in the hood
Put some families in 'em
Get it, dealers jobs
They ain't gotta sell the goods
I don't do Perccys or Xannys
I lean on God and my
I'm being so cocky
And your mom's coming late blaming that shit on traffic
Heard a lot of niggas dissing I ain't feel it much
Coming at me for having
Singer J get the gun for me
Hey Ninja Kid pop my gun for me
Scare Dem crew buss one for me
Eastside crew buss one for me
Southside crew buss one for me
All
this way. For me, I really wanted to reconcile all of these years where I didn't have my family, but I thought that I had to become somebody that they
be me tho I stopped rapping for free so
Y’all better have them chips in the bag tell em no fritos
This niggas lurking on pages of bitches twerking
My
they ain't gotta sell the goods
I don't do Perccys or Xannys
I lean on God and my Granny
It's too much work to do for
Me to sleep in the booth
I could
me in manacles ...
BEN
Manacles! Oooh.
(his eyes go quite dreamy)
My idea of heaven is to be allowed to be put in manacles ... just for a
few hours.
my
Son is that what you want?
Just tell me after all the tweets and posts
You made thru the years disrespecting me
And my family I still have love for
you better work for better things, like it's my dream
To get my family out this situation
Granny missed, you know I'm in your prayers
L.A. boy just went
this day in my humble way to offer my prayers for the thirty-eight Dakota who perished in Mankato in the year of 1862.
To the West, I pray to the Horse
loving who I love
By being who I am, you see, it's an act of rebellion
So I guess that makes me one hell of a rebellious political
Singer, song
leave me again
To make sure, put on this 3-foot fucking rope."
Present day, I've been on the truck for 51 years
My only friend is the AM radio
And to the sweetest boys
This one's to my people
Made my family by choice
You guys mean the world to me
And it's easy to forget
And just right now, recently
The love's
it take more than prayer at church
To get it done its like asking Drake for a verse
Phone going off My grandfather be hittin me
He wanna go over his
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.
I
was secondhand
Either way we'll never land
Say a prayer 'fore I come around
Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
New York
I wake up from my bed
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Ever since you left i’ve been lying by myself
Crying only on the inside for my health
Ive been drawing Self-Portraits i’m liable to melt
Im fine what
in front of you
But you drive me all the time
You put evil in my mind
I used to sing and say my prayers
Live my life without a care
Now I have
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
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