Lyrics:
higher mountains
Leaving what I know behind
But now that it's happened
I'm glad that it's happening
I don't feel ready
But you're never really ready
When
with assault rounds
Guess I came from the wrong town
Still it's...
Latched to my mind
Seem like every day I'm wasting my time
Glad today's the day I'm
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas ridin' with me
Is ready for whatever, ready
hope, hope
All I can do is hope
When I die, I'll leave a note
Until then I just hope, hope
I'm about to switch it on you all
My shoes are bleeding
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
on stash
I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother where you rub it 'fore
Fell off once before ran it up
I have not looked back since
Dynamic duo Curtis Jackson
We hated by many men
Truth be told
Rap is not watered down
Broke and stoned and growin' ignorance
As I go to glow in decadence
Stoked to blow this whole damn place to bits
Flows so Frozone, Samuel Jackson I'm
You took my heart and broke a million pieces
You did me wrong and you ain't have no reason
Now I'm turning cold, glad I ain't need it
Wake up
I might crash
I'm rolling up trees to forget the truth
But it's hard when I cant get my mind off you
Do you think about me cause I think bout you
I be
fucking time
For my mom, glad I made her smile
For the times glad I made it out
Turn up at my shows I got clout
One night in this telly then I'm out
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
and I can call you my wife
You made me so faithful Im feeling so grateful ain't worried about any lies
Damn you is perfect I know that you worth it
rappers we remain the same, we try, we strain
But still some complain about the fame that we obtain
But I'ma refrain it's insane cause I'ma still gain
the things you dream about when you're retained,
Now it seems like everything's so far away,
Then one day you know
I heard a word,
Saying, Girl you'll be
they like my style
Tall, black, and 21, I'm my mama youngest son
Give a fuck about them Jacksons 'cause it's 'bout them Benjamin's, 'cause
No nigga do it
you again
cnd if it came up I would call you my friend
I'm so glad I found you
I know that you're down too
Down to ride
Tell me I was right
cre you
scars
You opened up
Showed me just as you are
You will never be alone
I'm so glad you're here
You've made it to this moment
I'm so glad you're here
You'll
reindeer not horses, okay
I'm not named after a horse, motherfucker
Just to reiterate on my point about the horses
Even if I was named after a horse
It would
can't say a lot about it but I think I've had enough
Trynna move to bigger things I'm trynna make it out the mud
Catch me trappin in the north
Then see me
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