Lyrics:
The Lone son of God; And God
What a mystery
Birthed by young virgin
Named Mary
All the vision's seen and spoken by our prophets of old
Told of Nazareth
Would
Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls
That's right boy, it's goin' on
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
Look, come and cruise with me
I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me
My mind on (gettin Money), bumpin new 50
Or my mind was off music, 'til
I don't take shit. Diaper genie
Split finger fastball. They can't even see me
Got em caught looking. I can do this all day
My momma said don't take no
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
the introduction that is
Where I'm trying to hover
Like dreaming 'bout the old days
With my sister and brother
If joy is in the rain then
I'll be praying hard for
From the girl that made my day
Went from making me feel good
To making me feel all these way
Let's skip the flags
Let's act like fags
And stab me with
day, by day, by day (2x) [it's one step out of time]
[Chorus]
As you walk
Day by day
Go to God and pray,
"I'm gonna go Your way"
[I'm
precious little dream
Of my little boy
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?
Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me
I know I'm a good mama!
worldly wise,
I should get the Nobel Prize,
For good advice
Good old Henry Ford, he was a hardworking man
He worked all night and all day
I said,
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he
life
My Life
Used to think it was corny give God praise in a song
Those were my younger days when I had braids that were long
Went through hell to see
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends like
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
friend
Used to be my only friend
I miss the good times
Seeing you laugh with moms
I miss the good days
I miss the old days
Thank God for my moms though
I
(They don't know what I feel)
Good God almighty (Tryin' to make a livin')
Good God almighty (Takin' it day by day)
Good God almighty (Tryin' to find my
with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
It's a gift given from God, so I'ma use it yeah
God gave me style,
D,A,D: Don't let 'em go to waste
In the garden working with the land, these are the good old days.
We're all held in God's mighty hand, these are
good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may
amongst the gods, with regards, offering of bars
We don't need to spar, go in hard, like I'm Bucky Barnes
Sound the alarm, do some harm, I'm tearing shit
and
Said, "Okay, wait, hmm
I may not want to be 40 years old
Rapping the hip hop fans may not
Want to hear me when I'm 40 years old rapping
So I'm going
looking for a little miss to kiss me
I went away I'm alone now
But I can't be afraid I got that Old Town Sound
Oh I passed my days in the Old Town
But I
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