Lyrics:
from a woman (yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for
best
Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night
Saying
perfect
We argue bare times, we can move bare toxic
But one thing That I love about us
Our love ain't on socials
It's here in person
Your the man that keeps
Can't believe everything that you read on the internet
Any time that I sent that shit, man, I swear to God it's a threat
Any time you wanna ride,
illin, man?
You know what time, what time it is
Then you start to lie about things you don't have
You speak of limousines? You can't afford a cab
Said you
takes some time
Fuck them watches on your wrist
In life these man made constructs had made me sick
I run to clock in but my pay don't pay my expense
It
block
Living life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still pray
But on our block
Like our last time
Like our last time
Like our last time
Like our last time, last time
I call it two by two
Good luck, babe, me and you
I call it two
Man I swear this all I know
Work hard work hard
Watch out im grinding
I came too far I can not be stop
Man I swear this all I know
Work hard work
Chorus:
One time for them blue collar boys
Up before the sunrise, makin ends meet, the American bloodline
Breakin our backs makin honest pay, get
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
Portugal
Where the ocean kissed the southern shore
There a dream I never thought would come to pass
Came and went like time spent through and hourglass
, a made man
I'm a made man, a made man
Krizzle! This here was God given
I'm the design of a black man, I defined by hard livin'
But how I whip that
a tractor
minus 40 degree
and hard as a rocks at winter time in the North pole
and the way that i swim & I jump on the beats, you gone think that the boy is
stars are lame
They be praying on my downfall
That's why I can't win the game
Losing by 10, 20 coins
Y'all better be ashamed
When you lose again next time
We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin
We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin
We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin
We hard time, hard time
You will never change time of love
It's our celebration
You will never change time of love
It's our celebration
Stop, your love is side by side, take
Big city life
Me try fi get by
Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try
Big city life
Here my heart have no base
And right now Babylon de
game though
I don't got time to play it though
But she feeling on my jeans by the halo
(Damn, pshh)
Now I'm crushing
I just left the function
And I'm
times all the time
On this block of mines
All the time with this Glock of mines
Swear to God man it ain’t a rhyme
I grind for a piece of mine co-sign
If
Aight, wah ya mean got me weed by my side, me blazing every time
No joke, my boys so red on the paper Man never lose pon the paper
Man dem wild every time
from a woman (yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for
it's time to set it again
And when it's said and it's all done
None shall ever fuck with this squadron
So come on in, at your own risk
This is (Our
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Givin' all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times and you'll have good times
Doin' things that you
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