Lyrics:
doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
blood
Go to calvary, I've been made free
Despite my enemy, I thank God, I'm justified
If my sins had their way I never would have made it
With a debt I
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
blowin' green, throwin' B's
Livin' like life is supposed to be
And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
everybody had the five, I leveled up and did the six
AMG kit, knockin' It Was Written
Poochie knitted, you niggas thought Gucci did it
This Italian race
Praises to heaven cause I ain't no sinner
I hit her shit and she getting thicker
You hit her shit and she cannot feel it
Then you gon' lie and say you
rich if you could spend those reality checks
Day by day but the scars remain
Nothing ever was the same sunshine to rain
What do you do when you switch
phone?)
Sixteen missed calls
Sorry, I was busy, but I missed you (text me when I'm coming home)
If you see me ballin' then my bitch ball
All my niggas
or send a plague among my people, 14 if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked
another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
The strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it
throwin' B's
Livin' like life is supposed to be
And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't
did it, quite like I did it
If you did it I done it before, you get I had it
Got mad at it and don't want it no more
And that goes for everything
show
Just how much I want you
And now you know
Aye aye
Wayo wayo wayo
Ryan Alexander
Known you for a minute
Been done had them digits
Now I'm shooting
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
did it, quite like I did it
If you did it I done it before, you get I had it
Got mad at it and don't want it no more
And that goes for everything
blood
Go to calvary, I've been made free
Despite my enemy, I thank God, I'm justified
If my sins had their way I never would have made it
With a debt I
spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga’s soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
it?
That means never on the phone, you got it? Alright)
Live by it, die by it (Gangsta)
Rule number one, never shit where you eat at (never)
Rule
still worth it
I swear you're my gift and my curse (yeah, gift and my curse)
Fly with me
If heaven had a height, she would be that tall (mmm)
Exceed
try to control you
Dudes in computers
Prove you a loser
I'm feeling super
Find me a phone booth
I'll save the day
I ain't afraid
I'm David Blaine
I'll
did the dash we was rushin
And if I feeling played
Then you know that I'm bout scuffin
Now I'm moving solo
By myself like David Ruffin
You told me get
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