Lyrics:
the victim
And you know Parker slaughtered this one
Hop on the track and we get the shit done
Ghillie the shit and he's
Known to twist tongues
Turn your
could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up, but I tried
I've always
Yeah my baby she put me on
My babys never done wrong, yeah always been by my side
All them haters, we prove em wrong, that's why they don't like our
wrong and I've got nowhere left to hide
It's for my own protection but I've done nothing wrong and I've got nowhere left to hide
It's for my own
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
done got an early release
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't
I can't believe that we done fell off
Some times I sit back and reminence bout the times we was young
From the times we were smaller
All winters
know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night â¬"til my feet go numb
Blowinâ¬" moâ¬" weed than Cheech & Chong
Livinâ¬" by the motto: To each
to make them smaller than they are
Lyrically ripping them to shreds so gritty, bitch
YOU are my problems, gotta tear you apart
I'm surrounded by death, my
done got an early release
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't
wrongs to rights
I've been dancing with the devil
Death is one hell of a price
I done came up from the struggle
Made my way through trouble
Sacrificed
in my face, so gimme three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
[Chorus]
Don't push me 'cause I'm losing my head
The way I live I might end up dead
I can't ever forget the crazy things that I've done
A young gang-banger
the funk
Step up to the front
No you can’t tell my life
If you had these Nikes
God damn, that boy got a head
And he 20 feet tall, not a flex
You do no wrong
even yet begun
To become
Some sorry sad sack on the run
I’m a f*ck-up through and through
I feel I’ve messed up, done wrong by you
And I’ll say it first
HOW HIGH
By Victorya
Hook//
How High (How High) can I get tonight?
To forget what I’ve done
No regrets
Not a one yea
How High (How High) can I
To walk away
So girl lemme say that
I apologize
For all of the wrong
That I've done to
You're all that I've got
I'll give you three reasons
I'm gonna pick up the pieces
And build a Lego house
If things go wrong we can knock it down
My three words have two meanings
There's one thing on my
to school wit these niggas
I walked the same halls, but i'm up and they failing
If I up it, then i’m sendin’ a message
My circle got smaller I heard he
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
about your life
Through a three minute song
So when you gotta tell 'em leave ya alone
They'll take it wrong
They always try to fuck with me
They always
it through
Jokes on you
I'm doing better now
Who would've knew
Jokes on you
I knew God won't let me down
I've done been through many storms
And still
health
Cuz they done filled me with doubt
And now I’m second guessing if your plans will prevail
I’m thinking things will go south
If by faith I step out
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
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