Lyrics:
this thing
That makes these rebels die
Yet all men love freedom and the
Spring clear in the sky
I wouldn't do this deed again for
All that I hold by as I
vapid personas, forming circles
On the sides they dance, crudeness on blast
For them ain't no special day
Middle of May
What if this is just how they
got the answers
First you take the Black Mamba from us, then the Black Panther (damn)
Fuck 2020, this whole year started off wack
Best part
But something told me, write this down and just speak from the heart
It's been fourteen years since I found you all alone in the dark
But losing you
ain’t talking to heaven I’m talking 7+2 followed by an 11
Birthday the day before feeling not too pleasant
Jog it back to relevance flow deadly with this
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I.
They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest.
A lover
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
appreciate the shine with out them dark days (Dark days)
I really bite you niggas bark that’s where we parts ways (Part ways)
Black card on face card not from
Get up off my dick
Get a life get a wife whats the price for ya own shit homie
This mine Rick James bitch and Im flying
You were hot then ya left
make that thing go pop!
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga
Pop a bottle, make
the old days
Flirtin', not givin' a fuck, what?
Got you lookin' in the mirror sayin', "Damn!"
Sick thinkin bout the next man
Fuckin this tight pussy
Niggas
back
Bring the marty to your face wit' no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
This is not the place where you define your self or find your shelve
Nor a day in heaven or a night in hell
But Lucy has her arms around you
And you
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
a mixtape shit
Diddy gotta a nigga on some
Drink some Roc straight shit
We at? King and Diamonds? throwin
Money by the case? (bitch)?
I just came back from
pulled the trigger, tech was jammed
Cloudy skies for days, you know I fucking hate the weather man
Pay it no matter, gonna get by any Method Man
I'm so
the 23rd was the first time he was seen
Ulysses Grant showed up the 27th, by midwife
And James Monroe, the 28th, the first day of his life
May presidents,
of mystique that technically sucked
Taking the name of the father in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange
A switch he lifted from
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)
Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
mission
West coast, east side, my stomping ground
Come around get your ass flatlined from
Niggas of that cracklines
Welcome to this wildlife
Steady living
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