Lyrics:
All this chitter chatter doesn't really
Mean a thing you just run your mouth but
We don't really hear a thing
Where's the weighted glory never
This song was first released on the Spirit album. It is the only album it has been released on.
Born in the month of June
No silver spoon to help
stop, til the casket drop
Hold on
Thug, for life feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first
stop, til the casket drop
Hold on
Thug, for life feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad, especially come the first
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
the first slain by my hand
He was the bass player in my band
But I'd had all I could stand
Of the game
Well it started with the little things
He'd make
have thought about the things that you said to me
I should have walked away the first time I saw your face
Was so distracted, nearly lost it in
yeah
And let's pretend, that this dark room is outer space
Just two stars in the universe
You ain't never hit the gas, baby you first
Take it easy
know ima get it by any means
Took the first flight to NY I was done w petty things
Sat in that lot a lot I thought bout ending things
They pushed me
to say your mine
I need you by my side, your cute and seductive and the same time
Tell me the things you can’t tell no one else
I’ll be your guide when
to the ground
Am I living a lie
Has it been fake all this time
Will I ever understand
First things first in case that you forgot
There are two souls in you one
the first time, I heard you the hundredth, lying but I know that you did em things
As a result I can’t love again, "Love" ain’t anything
I’m scared of change
Got on Facebook, first thing I saw
Confederate flag. Do I get involved?
As I read the comments the main thing that I notice
"This is my heritage" is
got questions
Lot to take in hope you get it all
If you talkin' money we could get along
By the first verse I just kill them all
6ix12 don't need to get
all my mistakes
I've learned all this by myself
I didn't need the help of someone else
The last thing I have to say
It's just me all the way
And no, I
it
I'll always love you, Dallas
We just gotta do better
It's not just a black thing
It's not just a white thing
It's a human thing
This ain't the first
to do
But sit in warm pools and busy themselves with the continuation of the species
The first thing they would do, well maybe after the first week
Was
shakin' toss like a salad,
bring those hits, 'cause K-Kwik ain't happening.
Come first, kickin dust, apple jacks, better hust.
We get those daddy's by
you see that
I do the same thing too
I'm sick of this I'm sick of you
I'm sick of this I'm sick of you
Yeah I'm channeled out
My friends are fucking
bothered by your past, I don't care who had it first
You been treated like a child, for you I'd run a mile
Or try like a hundred I know it's worthwhile
Just
tempted by that angel
And these thoughts keep making it harder to stay faithful
Cuz lately I've found myself conflicted, addicted to all the hard liquor
other
How quickly four hours went by
And as if I had the chances you gave to those who stole your heart before me
But now I believe our love died
Before
life gave me my first test
You see
Mommy don't go
I'm going to find your father
I was abandoned by my mother when I was the age of five
And my father
I need to concentrate on things in my life
Like making money and playing grab-ass with people
And preparing for my future but I get distracted by
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