Lyrics:
nigga, bank teller
Think I play for the Giants dead fresh
Walk by and get a moment of silence
Don't be mad because we livin' dog
Be mad at the Mayans
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
real 24 karat
Go to war for my little one but pray ion have to air it
Got god standing by my side but I feel the devil staring
Walking in the rain
Ashes
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
Black Supahero
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E
Let's Go
Ya kno wats going on this that timeless shit
This for every made nigga
Alexander Graham Bell made telephones, yes
But now we request for your e-mail address
I might be old fashioned, stuck in my ways
But nothin' make me more
pastor ! Black pastor !
I don’t wanna be like that anymore
Black pastor ! Black pastor !
My food was flattery
But the man needs more money
I know that’s
My pastor said there's power in the word of mouth
If I have a show that shit is sold out
And I'll be the greatest of all fucking time
If that shit
It's foreal
My pops was a hustla baby
I really made it happen I'm a hustlas baby
I really be rapping going fucking crazy
I do it for the love but fuck
she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with
change, change, change
(repeat)
You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with
live girl
I've seen photographs and facsimilies
That have set my heart off in a whirl
But I over look everyone in the book
For a real live girl
Take
my right
I'm trying to see what's in the cards for tonight
Boy accept this as my plea
[Chorus]
I love you
I love you
I love you (Hey, hey)
So
I'm on my way up
Pray for my haters to stay up
I use to dream of this life
Life, life, life, life, life
It's time to wake up
I'm on my way up
Pray
talking down but still
Looking up on South Beach getting my dick sucked
By a model bitch ain't no tummy tuck
She on Ocean drive ass fat as fuck
Came a long
Believe in God never been a goofy, lame or mog
Spit my first bars when I was locked behind bars
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Pastor P (Pastor P)
Huh (Huh)
you
So imagine my surprise when my Pastor went to jail for abusing some of the guys
I was devastated, cos to the church I was dedicated
It was meant
American raised, Canadian born
My name is Daystar Peterston
One day I'mma be the biggest artist in the whole world
As for right now though,
Were taken I choose
To believe it I think it's an angel
Take a good look
Many, including their pastor said that they
Believe this image captured by
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
[Intro]
I know I’m a Pastor now
But believe me I’ve had my struggles in the past
Now, I hope that sharing my story with you can be inspirational
With I love ginny painted in bright green
Hey that's my uncle bill there by the courthouse
He'll be lowering the flag when the sun goes down
And this
all in my head, Intellegent
About my business, Memory like an elephant
Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream
Special represented tactics team, They
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