Lyrics:
the math
On this cash money to have Sonny stay on his path
Para siempre
Abuela really wanted me up on a beach
With margaritas in my reach, and
Soon
roll by, I got nothin' on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I'm loped up with two braids in my hair
All star with the khaki suit
I'mma fuck around
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
easy)
Girl, cool down, take a Fiji
I'm on my wayward way
This time next year we'll be in the wild phase
Till then my dear have a little faith, faith
free!
Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustaz
Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz,
of why
It would be right for Pete to be looked at and scrutinized
So do or die, erase blackface, press backspace
Have faith in this change, it won't
be strong
Have hope and faith
To see the light
Just close your eyes
And take the time
To say a Little Prayer every night oh oh
Before I walk through
tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka
that ima just keep rappin' on
And singin' on
I'm in love with this shit cause it's the only thing that's kept me strong
Why I feel weak when I do good
that ima just keep rappin' on
And singin' on
I'm in love with this shit cause it's the only thing that's kept me strong
Why I feel weak when I do good
that ima just keep rappin' on
And singin' on
I'm in love with this shit cause it's the only thing that's kept me strong
Why I feel weak when I do good
to stay in jail
Ho bustas
Picture me rollin' in my 500-Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there's no need to be friends
They got me under
We live under the bridge in this city
Windows and yellow lights make it pretty
Some of us live check by check
Some go out to rob, some live by debt
part, 'cause love
Believe me, it ain't a easy task
We'd have one argument too many
And you'd have to ask, am I still your heart?
Am I still your
into play
Now listen to me
While you're kissing her cheek
And smearing her lipstick
Slip this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble
On this little
little Mang
My sweety, Pai
You have me baby
In the palm of your hand
I'll be the trees
And you'll be the land
Your red, fertile soil
It turns acidic in
Banging that Screw it's just me and you, we having sex
[Chamillionaire]
This goes out to my ladies in Little Rock, that don't lay on no little cock
That'll
Banging that Screw it's just me and you, we having sex
[Chamillionaire]
This goes out to my ladies in Little Rock,
that don't lay on no little cock
That'll
back around
Hold on
Put your faith in me
I feel it so strong
No more misery
Come and bring it on
Whatever tomorrow brings
I know we can take it all
When
with the pass
Was the man, 17 years old first time with some ass in my two palms
Grab on em but she told me I'm too strong, baby girl I'm too gone
But
means my God He told me so
Christ is God’s word; it’s through His grace that I know (yeah yeah)
By grace, through faith, I’m saved fo’ sho’
(Oh why oh why
memory"
"Perhaps I have dreamt
Or forever I was in transit"
Lights have taken form
Blinding and majestic
Encompassing its own absence
The once empty void
fortune
Cast your dice devine my fate
I just want to know I have one
Tell me that it's not too late for
[Chorus]
A little second hand faith
A line
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE LITTLE WORLD
Xmas - the year was 29
Found myself at mom's grave in Walden's Clover
While Wall Street was still mopping up
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