Lyrics:
(If he doesn't come up for the air he was)
He always knew that it wasn't how pretty he was
But he's looking a lot less like he always dreamed he could
never leave
So there wasn't no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn't he
See I fell asleep and I had
tae doing good the devil got him by his teeth
So he takes up tios offer a new life he's never seen
Started off slow a couple g's of tree
Got some money
gon' think I'm paid
Shit he balling I don't think he saved, all I did was think and pray
I got young niggas in the grave
They got murdered by a nigga
an investment
I chose music by a long shot. Blessing!
I witnessed Cole live, never gon' forget that
Love Yourz came on and it left me with an impact
Handed you
SKEETER:
Sweep the leg!
UNCLE WALTER:
...screamed Skeeter Cabbagefoot as he interrupted the dance party by delivering an unlikely haymaker to the founding
with us in the present
Thought my cats had nine lives but ain't come back after one
25 he ain't make it to 18
What the fuck
One of my closest
On this day
Live or die by the shot
I been trying to win
Got me dying a lot
I been eyeing your friends
I been trying to stop
This the life that we live
Live
change
If you wasn’t with it
Chances are homie that you not with us today
Oh yes I did
Put that time in
They thought I’d quit
That ain’t how I live
Started
hurt you daddy never again
She wasn't a friend, so I killed her.
When I was thirteen the plumber stopped by,
The house was flooding and no one knew
he would write them songs
He had big, dreams
He had big, dreams
Now Johnny got tired of the 9 to 5s and he wasn't no good as a drug dealer
So he
I am a simple goat
I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The Old Man tied me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't give a fuck
He's
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
that people wouldn't trade"
Trade for nothing, I did though, I had to chase it
Face it, I wasn't born to live a life basic
They say, "you turned your
witnesses
Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents
In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these
up to God
I know our God will guide, protect and keep you
He'll teach you faith and hold you by the heart
Though your mother's heart is broken by
make that right
And fuck every single person who was wrong that night
"Like how the fuck he at club?" You don't live my life
I just sat up in momma's
major
He live two doors away from Anastasia
When we peppered that shit, you know he cannot stay here
Everybody look like a secret agent
So I say no
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could
and clean it when she through
Beverly Hills, Rodeo Drive
Balling in Louis like NBA Live
My young nigga, he was with me today
He just beat his case
God thank you I’m alive
But even if I wasn’t
I’d say
God thank you that I died
Cause through it all
You’ve been always by my side
And hell yeah
to cops
In prison he saw me, he wasn't on none
He was quick to call govs now on road he's someone (Huh)
Raised by thugs in the trencherous slums
And i love
witnesses
Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents
In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these
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