Lyrics:
I close my eyes and I visualize you By my side
Your smile has a place Permanently in my mind
I had to leave it hurt to say Goodbye
Memories of good
With my hood on and my windows down
Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around
When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters
the light?
Why did we choose to go out and go a pick up a fight?
Lately it's been fight or flight
I rather die by the sword
Then get stabbed in the back with
to me
I’ve been doing what’s good for me
And I’ve got it down, if you could you’d see
Damn this game been cruel to me
Damn this games been cruel
Ain’t
on the weekends and had a flight to catch on the weekdays
Rose was really balling, everyday was her payday
Life was really good at that time
But as time passes by
crazy when the master came
You bastards wouldn't have lasted a day
(it's crazy) i've been embraced by LA since
Since Aceyalone the great
Took me
In this dirty game keep your head
Nigga we don't feel the pain
Get your weight up realize money over fame
Dollar bill dollar bill I need my change
In
by treating retailers as
Though they were all vegetables;
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman
(first take off his boots with a boot
Redeemed good lord, from the ice and cold
Redeemed from the cell to which I've been thrown
Redeemed by virtue of a country song
And I believe good Lord,
Fuego boy all onnat candy paint
Things been moving slow except that pain
Until it's good I'm staying out the way
Arguing just hurts my brain
I kept it
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
Short and simp' thang
Get it like you want it
With the shake of Dogg on it
Go on do it like you want it
Baby lick it good-
Hip, big tit's, shit's so thick
the games we play
Soul is hurting I’ll roll J
Day by day my moods swinging
Good music like fine wine
I be tryna find time
For you and me
Caught me on a good
Yeah,
Yeah-yeah-yeah,
It’s the me for me
Been pulling up vibing - been living good - been counting the money up
Know that I’m sliding - it’s
know you don't wanna hear the truth
I know you hate the fact that I actually have the proof
But I just need you to believe
I'm talking the good, the bad,
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
you
And I ain't tryin to run no game
'Cause I'm into you
And you should know me by my name
And I ain't never gon' lie
'Cause I don't really gotta
Baby,
the ones with all the poles and strippers
Been making game plans on that a**
I got the focus n*gga
Not just a local image I got a global feeling
Who knows
right by my side
I've been waiting for a long time
Mama to make to you uuuh
Tonight tonight tonight I want to make you feel good
I want to make you stay
and good hours
And, good months and bad years and with my peers
We struggle to juggle the shit
Family life and the music game don't easily fit
My lady
along with losses & wins
Likewise for me but why dwell on yourself
Spend the energy being all the help for the wealth
Choppin game with kajuan the other
If you've ever felt broken hearted
Or if you've found yourself all alone
Life is not a game of chance that's caused by your circumstances
There's
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