Lyrics:
the Word to please your ears
God is good and He'll prepare
The heart that waits and stays aware
And tries to live the better way
As if He were to come today
brother life, you made my mother cry" (Lord)
"Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you up to Christ"
He said, "Go 'head, take my life, I've seen everything
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
the sins that's he's forgiving
Not to mention how he's shining through my prism
Keep sending me beats, you know I already killed some
Way less friendly B
you're not happy
But there is one thing that I can guarantee
We'll be together
In any kind of weather
Hey I can love you better than he does
One
Two oooo
Since he already rowdy I'm just asked the man (Dang)
You want some work well partner put in your bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me
better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
The name is
While you fly through a hoop
I lit on fire
Think this is a stunt
Take a hike up a ramp
With grenades in each hand
Skydive strapped to a manakin
Say
chosen
But to be chosen is indeed our gift
You better get a job quick
See you can't rhyme and all your beats are weak
You oughta take a peak and check out
y'all
Who talk like a man of God, pearly teeth, white smile
Slither in the shadows with an alternate lifestyle
He better pipe down, shut up, put your mic
time begin
I think my problem is the fascination of some things that feel new and to solve 'em takes assassination
of my ego
Days I feel alone like I'm
a locket
So I can rewind time to BEFORE
LOWKEY be careful who I love and see my mama once more
I WANDA what's THE VISION, is it fact or fiction
The alternate
Fam, take me to where the bars is at
Take me to the street where the bars is at
J.I.D, DJ Drama, let's get it
Ok, I'm mounted up (huh)
High off
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
ugly as fuck
He never got bitches to get stitches
Like he would bug me to get smugly
Hmm, that kinda makes sense
RiceGum is worse than anyone from some
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
In this world
There will be people who want to bring you down
But do me a favour, son, and keep fighting
Don't listen to their writing
You better
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
Hotter than the sun
Nzpya on fire
Look up to me and admire
Yo shit's under siege
They call me your liege
No mercy for your pleas
Take yo g's and make you
you he's a hell-a-swell fellow
Well enough to tell you that we know each other better
Than we know our selves like freaks of a feather we rock
speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge"
But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens
Grievance foul, reaper
got a shouldеr you can lean
Take it all I'd give you me
Cuz I really wanna be much
More than your pillow
More than a best friend (best friend)
I think
what I am doing
I gotta do better
Better better better, better, better, better
It’s crazy when reality is much more frightening than your dreams
What
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