Lyrics:
the footprints left to me
Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy
My brother hustled so naturally
Up next was me but what perplexes me
Shit,
lukewarm until I brought that flame
Acting with the force so they know my name
Tried to box me out but I'm king like James
You know I make the sauce
Spicer
me
I never can behave
You give me a smile and then I'm wrapped up in your magic
There's music all around me, crazy music
Music that keeps calling
momma was doing the best she could
I was a latchkey home alone for hours
Entertaining my sin And my soul devour
Pick up by the cops at the age of 12
the garden, man I feel like I'm Carmelo
Minus it by 10, sip a 40 of Modelo
Stepback, James Harden
Stepback, James Harden
50 in the garden
50 in the garden
the bank, that's where I stay (yeah, yeah)
Hardest worker in the business, call me James (James Brown)
Set my old-school on some forgis and blew out their
know
I had this little game straight up out the throat
Don't play with me, nigga, cause I'm in my mode
Feel all my teeth up, it gotta be gold
I came from
the bando
On Third and James by the fountain where they panhandle
Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals, those were my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your
rewind, I'm just thinkin', sippin' this wine, let me catch you up
It's been some time, let me catch you up
Yeah, uh, fuck
I don't know where to start
team doublin' up on cups of lean
Blue dream weed make my bitch go by
Got her layin' on her back
With her legs up in the sky
I'mma take me a dab and watch
I was riding the prairie
When out of the blue I could see
There were two dozen Indians
Starting to close up on me
There was no place I
I was riding the prairie
When out of the blue I could see
There were two dozen Indians
Starting to close up on me
There was no place I
the Norma Jean
I ain't no James Dean
Just let it flow, no need to fake it, babe
We can make it babe, if we just let it go
It's only natural, baby
You and me
bad meal got me off course
You know intercourse with a corpse, a zombie
Shut up voices
"No sis bad, no she's gorgeous", hhh
"James you'll love it.
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
without works, like the devils'
Repent!
Faith without works, like the devils'
Repent!
I will show you my faith by my works
The Holy Spirit is busy, friend
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
preach Yeshua, He showed me His grace
Don't re-up on drugs, I re-up in James.
First I meditate, then I'm flipping the page
Just tryna go and pray to Yahweh
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
The first to heed the message is Malik
Abandoned by his mama' on thanksgiving evening
Bout' three years ago was up to me to feed to em morals
Values manhood,
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
they can't even see past us
I had a long day, she waiting with her face down and her ass up
But don't talk to ya friends about me
Don't know why them
be free
Grab the gun, hope gone
Took by a thief
In my house, shakin up
A dirty martini
Livin life, in the shade
Suckas can't see me
On the mic, lyrics
break I don't wanna give it to you
We met on Monday by Friday we taking trips to the moon
Baby don't lie up in my face can you just tell me the truth
I
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