Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
to be a star
Riding through the hood in a fancy car
And the things I never had
Will be mine its just of time
See when I was just a teen I had a mountain
anybody
I'm talking jitas
Who can cover for me
They can back me
Every now & then
I mean it
It's a party
When we link up
Every minute
But I'm so far
By
I wake up just to get the bag, I do not have a choice
The rap game don't like me, cause I'm making all of the noise
Richard Mille and Amiris, I want
They hit we advancing on em
H-town we came up on the west side
Snakes in the den and now my stress high
Doin dirtiest deeds all just to get by
But they
networking
How you playing this shit like you found us fucking or something
Like I can't even remember her name, are you sane?
John I'm fed up, that's when she
to leave I should get away
Sometimes I don't want to stay but
She fills my life up with colors
Fills me up like no other
She'll make you stop and stutter
I
handing out chills
Don't play
We're done being ignored
Yeah
I got a family to lead
I'm going to keep the heat
I plan to make history try to keep up
I'm not
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
a early dawn
By waiting up for him until a early dawn
Honest papas love their mamas better
They laughin' laughin' loud together
And make their little
what's crackin'
My bad, Detroit we say what up doe
Blaze like a phoenix out the rubble
I make my tracks on Russell
King cuts my cousin, but he's more like
Please, don't blow that shit nowhere by me
I know bush when it floats by me, uh
They ain't never believed in me
Why'd I make it to the party? Uh
Honestly,
2 shots
Thought that you knew what
You signed up for from the start
Think I blew my whole allowance
On those fancy muscle cars 'cause I
Been inside
makes it al alright
What a man, give him a hand
Did you love his kingships daughter?
Did you cherish her and take her by the hand?
The papers say that it
broke niggas still fucked up in the game
Make me want to choke niggas shittin' on my name
Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain
Hot to trot shot,
Out to the hot spot
Up to the nines with bodies in line
An' feelin' so fine
What's to lose, go get ?em shoes
You take
to comprehend
Now it all makes sense
Such a heavenly plan
Traversing lands
In the Kriminal caravan
War machines
Pickin up steam
Taking back what's ours
Blowin up
understood
The true definition of a Lost soul
Now God got me on this mission tearing down walls
Even the ones I put up in my own heart
Now Listen!
Every chain
about 13
She was in my high school, class back seat
Cheating off my homework, fine by me
We could do this thing vintage I'll make you a mixtape
We'll
Life, what the fuck is life for niggas like us?
Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A nigga that seen
Life, what the f*** is life for n****s like us?
Been waking up to another muthaf***in' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A n**** that seen
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
don't want to wake up
And you are not by my side
(So special girl, So special, Your special)
(So special girl, So special, Your special)
(Poncho – she is
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
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