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education whatsoever
But you stuck with me through all kinds of fucked up weather
Hoping days'll get better like I said they would
They said "Stand by your
I'm up at moms place taped up
3 months re-habilitating finally got my weight back up
She told me "I'm gonna pray to God that you'll be alright"
[Binky Mac]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Gettin closer to God tryin to clutch what I can't touch
Time to get paper in the wind like a caper
got the best of me
By loving the next man the way you used to love me
But I thank you for the good and the bad
I guess I had to pay for all my dirt in
On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel
And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes
Please believe
Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her ev'ry day,
Shout "Hooray!!" when they play.
Her
guess Old Father Time's put on one hell of a show
'Cause the older that I get it seems the less I know
I found the road to riches was just a private
the buildings
Where the girls I know drop it where their heels is
Still check if I'm good
Got an ex that's married like Anniston
Made money off the strip day job
As we dey good dem dey mon ju
You still respect my hustle
I count on you you no dey burst my bubble eh
Girl there will be no me
Without you by my side
Mr. Officer
written by: H. Bright, R. Testa, J. Johnson
produced by: Bright Lights
tag
Woop woop, I hear the police coming.
Woop woop, I hear
collee (collee)
(2x)
I can't sleep cause my God damn teach
Keeps assigning essays due at the end of each week
But little do he know I gotta show by
my queue to go turn up the sound
Me and my dogs coming straight out the pound
Me and my broads smoke it straight by the pound
Yea see we tryna turn
convincing.
If you want a house you break the wood fence but believin' in God
doesn't make good sense so I listen to the words of a madman,
"--If it's wrong
You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever-changing, I stay the same
You give good sermon, I say bad grace
My food for the soul, it leaves a bad
living in a prison cell
Some change and some you got to wish them well
Nothing worst than a good kid gone bad
Sometimes I'm like damn can't believe I saw
smokin weed all day I dont detox
Fucked up all of my shoes needa restock
Need shoes call my plug he gotta restock
How the fuck you say you gettin fly
it was jus me and ruga
When its time to spin we aint calling no uber
You make a false move then these bullets go through you
It's a good day I dropped
the answer be I believe in a higher power/ Show the pistol, only for a job it's firepower/ Wonder why, looking to God
cs an adolescent/ I wasn't too good with
the only real way that I know how to cope is by losin' myself in the art
I said things that were harsh and I never meant
I let discontent really mess with
in the throne
My ash turn to bone
My perfect vessel
My favorite home
Such a good pair
Yeah we doing it nice
And we got us a homie who came with
a tooth
Might hit some hoes just by the two
Neef without no money
Like a tree without the roots
Li Hoe I'm dripping
Damn splashing
In the stu hoe imma
as good of a home in
This town that you can get
We’d go out to the bar
Get fucked up til my makeup smeared
Then come back, do whatever we wanted
Cause god
this down you good?
Yeah, as soon as I'm done mixing this down
It's the service
The service all god damn fucked up hello?
You can hear me? Cool
You can
care
That kept us a float
Poverty momma god to me
She who gave me hope
Tell the truth and don't you
Lie to me say what you know
Went to college raised by
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