Lyrics:
We need to have a conversation
I made you, why would I play you?
Trade home, base four, California angel
Swinging a fast bitch, foul out, betray
trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left
that
[Verse 1]
Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
Tre, trade pounds and (?)
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
Your man
murda and its not a game
Y'all gonna feel the flames and a lotta pain
Let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun
Taking income, makin bitch
see,
I'd trade all the wealth and fame
You've given to me,
Oh, I want to be free.
But, no matter what
My future may bring,
I always will remember
trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left
that men don't really care to know
Become essential things that women find so apropos
But that's a dame
They're all the same
It's just a game
They
trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is
Rally's in 'em
Trades with all the valley
Top chopped down like blades came through the valley
Freeway
Despite our history
Somewhere in your nights
childish dreams
To get us through
Deep inside me
There's a yearning
For true wisdom
Not just learning
I'd trade all my clever questions
For one answer
performing and rewriting the norm
Am I born to transform or just to die and move on?
Be the life that people mourn while reciting all my songs
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
brother's rooms glowing with trophies that shout his name
But he'd trade all his high school fame
For some backyard catch with his hero again
But they're
make it
Just what kind of love keeps breaking a heart
No matter how hard I try
I always make you cry
Come on, baby, it's over let's face it
All
We need to have a conversation
I made you, why would I play you?
Trade home, base four, California angel
Swinging a fast bitch, foul out, betray
me
All of them to get me by
Take my money take my rings I'd trade
It all for just three things
Good friends good whiskey and good lovin'
Don't you
crazy
But you never let me down, no, no
That's why when the sun's up, I'm stayin'
Still layin' in your bed, singin'
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Got all this time
man is a scrub, see
She loves me now, she loves you not, yeah all my bitches love me
And if you in Atlanta, look up Gucci, girl, and beep me
And we
Yeah! EnJay! (enjay)
Fuck all you bitches (bitches)
I threw a wish in the well
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell
And now
Ye
Hmm
Ye
Aye
Ye
Aye
Uh
Ye
Ye
Huh
Ye
Ok
Wearing all black
Nigga wearing all black
Wearing all black
Nigga wearing all black
Wearing all black
Nigga
up, take my jewels away
Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away
Well I got news for y'all fools today, hey
I got, shots to give come
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though we're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Don't forget, Christmas is comin'
Oh, that
Where you been hiding
I will kill you all
Uh
Silica will rob all your hydration
Trade off just to cloud up my oxygen
Powder up my entire living den
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