Lyrics:
Maan, it's all for sure
And could go and when it's gone- (you alone)
Runnin up yo cell phone callin GOD for hope
And who to say that day ain't all for
bike
By McDonald's
Why don't you invite me one day soon?
surrounded me
Good fortune hounded my heels
Trophies and medals and number one seeds
Abounded
Grounded my world
Others said I had arrived
And I believed in
Oh God my IG is like iv to this lifestyle
I buy this shit, take a pic
And you OD on my life files
Shawty get it (get it)
Do it big, Do it good
Work it
Oh God my IG is like iv to this lifestyle
I buy this shit, take a pic
And you OD on my life files
Shawty get it (get it)
Do it big, Do it good
Work it
My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
‘Tis summer, the children at play
The corn top’s riper
the mold, get old and die get sold on cold pizza and wine
That's all most of us will ever know
Beyond good and evil there's humanity
Corrupted by its vanity
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
know you cant have enough
Old time sake is lost
So go there say whats up
And bring some good old love
And bring some good old
Loooooove
Blowed out my
Jumpstarted in the daze of crack
R&b reagan, daddy bush
Way the hell on back
Pray to god
Feel like I got a church in myself, good god uh
Can't get no help
I say
private planes 'bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with boujie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes
'Cause our misunderstanding
Is too well understood
Such a sad, sad season
When a good love dies.
Not a day goes by
When I don't realize
I've
to a friend
As God forgive me, but it's just in my spirit of sin
And I ain't never had shit, livin' life on the edge
And sleepin' with my 357 right by my head
Man the world we gotta face
Through the good and the bad
At the end of the day, missing what we had
All that time, wish I could get back
Thank God we
with me as fast as it could
Looks like that daylight
Won't let another day go by
Well if I had some darkness 'round me
I could really see
But
to Canada, Where colored men are free.
I heard the old-soul driver say, cs he was passing by,
That darkey's bound to run away, I see it in his eye.
My heart
By God, I rely on Messiah
Through all my trials I intensify
A God, that's what I identify as
A God, that's what I identify as
Those days that I felt
life itself
Then to my knees, and I begged the Lord please
Let me be a good daddy, all he needs
Love, knowledge, discipline too
I pledge my life
On God's day you're sanctified
It's fine if you just abide
Who gives a shit if your leaders lied
You feel all right
You're stepping in line, you feel fine
Oh ar taya you nor go bless me now now now
Ar taya ar wan make ham one day
So god na for bless me now now
Ar don stress too much this life
E too geh
thinks
They saying that you're old news
But nobody in this world can breathe without you
This a nonviolent take-over like Gandhi
Me and God are stitched
To the bitter end he chose to do God's will.
But on the promised day
The stone was rolled away
The tomb was empty, where once he lay!
For God so loved the world
coming foreward
and the streets are broad
all must yield
To the avenging God
The world is old
The world is great
Lessons of life
Can't be learned in a day
just old fashioned
Wearing retro shit, that's old fashion
Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need
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