Lyrics:
poverty
Went to college to gain knowledge
So they would acknowledge me
Honestly I got a good job
I found a woman made her my wife
But spent more time
With little fight in me I feel I cant compete no more
No more
I cannot feel at peace no more
The fires burning but I cannot take the heat no more
We
to my place and I could show you what I'm doin lately
We just tryna have a good time
Good time
We just tryna have a good
Good
Good
Good
I'm just tryna
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
on the things that aren't in my hands
Even if it's hard I gotta have trust in God's plan
Time will fly by that's when it hit me
Time will keep goin' and fly by
ask why)
Thank God, nigga (thank God)
Ask me how (ask me how)
You see, mama's just a little girl hey (mama)
Mama
me
Just worry 'bout you and maybe I do
Have a long day
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout you
the concept of time, time with
Your family, time with your friends
The little time that we do have on
Earth and what we do with
That it was somehow sold to us
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
sending troops to Iraq,
I figured that we must like danger,
Little kids don't learn in school
they go to school to go spray a gun,
If you a parent, then be
The Chi bumping Common
But the only thing in common
Is crime and more violence
I play a little game, you say you fly
I’m over fly
I’m the pilot that’s left
the plane
Not knowing how your life would change
When I met you that first day
Thought “Some girl might love him one day”
But it won’t be me
How God must have
of age my mama’s defender,
Can i rewind,
Can i have more time,
Can I could go back to the past to make all that was wrong into all that is fine
Can i can
got to have strength
If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
scratch on me, I must be dreaming
If GOD aint real then what’s the reason
If there's breath in you then there’s a reason
Yea
That's right, I'm still
you daddy
But if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
nephews peddle bikes because they special
Let you tell it man I'm fallin' well
Somebody must have caught him 'cause
Every fourth quarter, I like to Mike
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll
staircase
Do nothing but watch
Yes that would be funny some other time
But that I don't have enough of
I just looked
There's maybe six seconds
Fuck
You must
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe? You wanna lose two legs?
You tryin' to flip this on me?
If I spent more time with you, you say
"Okay, yeah,
Became
I Was Just A Little Boy When My Dad Split ,
Typical Statistical Shit When You Young And Black,
Wit No Father Figure Figured I Be Trash,
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