Lyrics:
man is an island, we build by sharing sand
Grains through the hour glass, in time we will advance
J.Banda you're a king, you centralized that urban
win?)
Might take me a flight to Dubai or the Philippines (on God)
Jack of all trades, get the money by any means (I get it on)
I got the sauce, you
you're freedom is so precious
Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you're excellence
Manifested in perfection, I can't say no more
Have fun for me baby,
I started to clown
My momma did all she could to try to slow me down
Tired of her son be brought by the cops
Sent to go stay with my pops
He
The cops quick to peak When you fried
Sit by my phone but Nobody hit lines
They copping wok Off the street and they die
It's sad but I gotta get mine to hell
not deceive you, I manifest truth in a sense that is false
By that, I mean that you wouldn't believe me if I sat you down and I showed you my faults
H.a.T.E.U.
Written & Produced by
Maynard Keith Batiste Jr
(Intro)
As always you hurtin me
Just tauntin' and teasin me
Verse 1:
Love is a 4
him with a 100 yo
He gave me a glare with sparklin' gold teeth
And said
Yo Keith, your product is always peace
Yo son, you know I just got released
I
moves what's a god to a little speck?
Blindfolded to you pests
Big powers I possess
Large fools getting harpooned by a sharp dude who's your guess?
Where
north star's navigation
I'm off kilter I need space I'm twisted
This is no Keith Sweat but it's misting
Over you reminiscing bout a missed mission Pete
, one, two for me
But that one, two is for my seed, do believe
Told you I say it a lot 'cause you should do so
My faith be in who circling a pot
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
the greatest story ever told
Don't mess the sacred mother
If things go wrong
Hey, it's alright
But don't kid yourself
I know what you'd really like
slow
It's refreshing to find someone who thinks like me so I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So
Or pistol whip his stepdad Lionel
You're just a likkle prick
So I'll just box ya
Two snooker balls then I socks ya
Go get a sexy bitch to hold ya from a
Roof
by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just
encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that
No More (Remastered Radio Edit by Rey Vercosa)
All that time I had with you
Despair and truth, is over
You’re never able to see me
Right at your
in the mix
So you better watch your mouth dawg
Talk slick get hit dumb bitch
For real for real
A couple weeks ago I was chilling in the living room
and I know it
Lickle do you know there's a God and so
Born just like Christ in a damn ghetto
From ghetto to ghetto, from project to project
Bookbag
Hey what you doin?
Yeah niggas den got fake since they got back
Oh, well I was just wondering can
You buy me this purse?
Its Louie, yo belt Louie
So
for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once,
add
Ain't nothing you can tell me
I'm on them hills like I'm Jonathan Kelsy
Told her friends that she felt me
We mad love through the love hate lp
You
freshened
Hit my bb's line, for the blessing
1st class G, man you know he got to line me up
Trims so hot, do a couple laps of the block 'fore a nigga go back
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