Lyrics:
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
I been fighting these Demons
I been fighting these Demons
Narcotics when I'm depressed
Addicted to chasing checks
Before you judge me get to know me
of these judges
Where did we go wrong ha?
Was it these missing father figures?
Or watching mom struggle and feed us
Come on I need answers
It's gak
point that it dont work
With tha flow work imma put it in a cold verse if i bottle up imma leave out in a cold hurse
How am i suppose to live on this
and the run of your tongue And
In my hood I see mans get worked
Then ah man would come back n say that man got murked
Yea, I can say that my live's been
the numbers for a path out the matrix
Livin' like all my days turn to vapor
Livin' for what stays when mountains turn to craters
Here until the instant it’s
[Judge]
Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo & Neverless
You all are being charged with
Kidnapping, aggravated assault,
Armed robbery, money laundering,
Dope
revealed
Hearers
Doers
Judge not - righteous judgement will come
Judge not - verdicts will be made known
Hearers and doers - hearers and doers - hearers
one else can see
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
of kingdom
Yemaya mumma calling, 'come home, darling'
You are loved
You are cherished
By each of us here who always lend a hand
With only ears to hear
A moment in time man here we go
And I know you need it and I keep em guessing
These jewels on the mic come on man learn your lesson
Yeah I be on it so I'm
Lost my way
Fell down a hole
No-ones gonna come
And save my soul
Lost my way
No going back
I'm stuck right here, and that is that
Lost my
to face the fact that love don't live here, they knife to my throat
I used to call you my lil' bro, you went and broke the code
Guess I'm just a flower in
I got kicked out for conduct
Jail by fifteen
Who'd you think writ me?
First letter from Mum, second from Sonya
"Dear Justin, I ain't gonna judge
a crib, got a spot, you could come by
Got the smoke that have you faded off of one try
She got them soft legs, she got them plump thighs
And a bathing
killing me
My second pack of cigarettes
It's a slow night but there's time yet
Here comes John from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But
They shootin blanks
My every round is a live one
Surviving the mind numbing propaganda
Eyes closed with blindfolds
Handcuffed and ambushed, struck by
Its crap, thou shall not steal
Come on get real
Do what you will, do as you feel
We came and conquered
By beating all that we saw
And do what thy wilt
I was made to love You
I was made to find You
I was made just for You
Made to adore You
I was made to love
And be loved by You
You were here
lives as a vapor, short like a flower
Until he resurrects us up in that eternal hour
It's only by his grace, that we run this race
And it's only by his
gather round friends
Come here with me and pretend
Just for tonight we'll take off our disguise
And remember this day for the rest of our lives
Monsters
Rocking bugs bunnies
New J’s and karats on em
Feeding crackheads bunch of villains here
Only hero in veins, watching
All these zombies walk by
Damn there go
where the hell Sniper come from?
H Town, baby, no love for you busters
Regime too raw, that’s why they don’t love us
The Mexican patna reppin’ SPC
Nobody
a turn
I don't wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirt
Learned you can judge a nigga by the women that he curves
I love this game, I ain't lost focus
I'm
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