Lyrics:
four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
They carrying lies with them let the samurai get them
They got despise in them carry evil eyes with them
They wear disguise and they try to legalize
future at all
Don't sweat it, that's where I am, whoa, carry me down, down, down, down
By that night, news of Palmer's death had traveled back
of.
Your son was just standing on the pleasant bank of the
Eurotas, and seeing his discus lying right by the target,
he called, Look, my discus is
the pill carry
Carry hits till your buried
Mother Mary said they make you think this world is scary
Long from the thought of pain aged by days it only takes
I’m out here trying to paint stuff
Art every day it’s all straight love
Dark in the face plus
Certain man wanna tar me with the same brush
Lighten
extraordinary in their faces
You can only tell a hero by their heart
The little boy that sits beside me
Will never walk or talk or run
But when he reaches out
Low-key on the internet
Numbers all memorized in his head yeah
FaceTime never text
Only FaceTime, I ain't talking tech
Hit me when I made Forbes 30 list
Stronger than
I ever thought possible
Stronger than I ever knew
Strong enough for me
Don't be obsessed by hate or jealousy
Let faith guide you
His truth
But tall the wind could blow him off,
When we playing cards
That nigga love to bluff
He used to call me smurf,
And we’ll begin to argue and argue
shaking and trembled
Huh, Woah, Perfecto
Kid never had lost his head though
Keeping this shit real from the get-go
But I wanna cop me a Benz though
Ain’t
polluted with drugs
Salute 'em with thugs
We used to
Sleep on a rug
A momma never said she loved
Or hugged us
It's just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too
put bad energy
Between you and me
‘Cause with me
There’s no right or wrong
Just a father down to ride for his daughter
Always by your side
Always be you
yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever
know the reason nighas angry
I live a prime-time life
I know t Willie Wouldn't ask me
He Comin home it's bout time
I need backwood
(Backwood)
I need
They want me to fold, they want me to fold, but I will not fall to the wayside, just to get it had to chase mines, I was flying bells cross state
It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side,
His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide;
The daughter of a fisherman, that
told me, I'm lowly
And moms change-bank can't hold me, so
She don't scold me, she just grabs the belt
Knuckle the buckle, tells me all about the pain she
I live Gods way but my compadres keep raising hell for me, but I
Remain tied to His will
Keep my eye on the prize that I try and strive to fulfill
to follow my lead
And do not allow your soul to be swallowed by greed
Just abide by the rules in these times life will be fine for you
I'll provide the food
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
Listen closely woe
Listen closely
Surrounded by vims that don't know me
I hope you know you destroy me
I Hope that you know you destroyed me
Listen
niggas'll have a mortician ready to fit me
For a suit and casket, it's gettin drastic
My nigga got hit in his shit, some say he was askin
For trouble, true,
pick em one by one off this earth
Niggas Treat me like a bank so I’m charging them a fee
See the end of the bill I added gratuity
Money games is
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