Lyrics:
the right things
You must because I'm up under these lights p
Fuck how i got here
Fell down didn't drop dead
Got angels watching out
For this hot head
Names & Addresses
***Chorus:****
Em
You built a monster
Em
That could destroy this whole city
A
I'm sure you built him for helping
Bb A
What comes
,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I've been blinded totally,
oh now, please don't pass me by.
Now there's nothing that I tell you that will help
went off
I'll D-IE for the Orange and Brown
LeBron left, I took that crown!
Everyday on tour
But the 7-1 North tattooed let
Me know I'm Cleveland bound
Committin' homicide (yeah)
1-8-7 ride-by
And if I'm off to another hood dippin' and crippin'
Set trippin'
Bound to catch a Slob slippin' (CaRIPS!!!)
Gun
the convent
I'm not sure you're listening to everything the Han sent (Talk)
Wasting my time that's precious on the clock
You can base it off lines but I already
better give me my props
Or get popped by the 44 and
Lined out in Shot sippin'
And for me, see that's a promise
I ain't trippin' boy, I'm just honest, ugh
fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for
called my phone like
"Holla they sayin' Cassidy let Calicoe
Hear his rounds for you" i'm like
"So? Like that's gon' save him"
Well at the face off I was
Thank your stars for the roof that over you
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
pushing Mandy over.
Mandy: Here, here, that's mine, you just gave me that. Ow!
The Leper Scene
(As MANDY and BRIAN pass through the city gate,
Sunset in my mirror, pedal on the floor
Bound for New York City and I won't be back no more
Won't be back no more, boys won't see me around
Goodbye
getting swallowed by the city lights
The city lights the city lights
I’m gettin swallowed by the city lights
The city lights the city lights
I’m gettin
black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get money
Yes Jesus lives for me
And died on Calvary
Now I'm no longer bound by sinful shame
He saved my soul from thee
Hands of the enemy
I call his name
supporter and critic
Time flies but only if you give up and let it
I've been locked in a committed I'm a be gone for a minute
Look what I did by myself look
I felt my life cave sideways
Living blind in isolation
And I'm feeling nothing
Every star in retrograde
Tell me the need for the days of the week
the crowd, do one of y'all disagree?
This for Chopper City though I represent the county
Until your vote is counted know I got you until I'm outy
It's all
the crowd, do one of y'all disagree?
This for Chopper City though I represent the county
Until your vote is counted know I got you until I'm outy
It's all
know that shit for real
And you know that shit for real
In the city by myself
I ain't got no friends im in the city by myself
I don't trust nobody i been
When he's clutching on a 45
They tell us that we hopeless and hell bound
This for the brothers in
Penetentiaries jailed down
Homies in every city
solid on a statement
No, you can't do that
Never did shit flaw up on my mama
They can vouch for that
If they hear 900 in your city
They gon' run it back
as chinchilla
As Ben Stiller, private island hopper, Tropic Thunder
Magic city, Mondays pop that pussy for a 100, Luda!
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