Lyrics:
Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly
Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly
faces cases, judges n jurors, masons lawyers n cops
I watch 'cause every thugs face is my mirror
But this was one in particular
This kid he was
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
The shit you say in your raps
Gets you booed every battle
How dare y'all compare to mine
But don't Barry remind us of Sanders?
in my
Cell for the last couple of days
Not sure how long I would've stayed in
There if it weren't for Charlie
His fat ass wasn't going to let
Me just
I met a couple people, got off garage band
And got confident with my lyrics
Dang, I was lost man, cause
This time last year
It was all an idea in my
it, it's as good as dead
It has to come to life
Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes
it, it's as good as dead
It has to come to life
Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes
the rooster’s legs by throwing his whip. Heavy clouds now darken the sky and a strong wind begins to blow.
Running hard, in a last desperate attempt, Leonard
the twenty-fifth day of December
It was the last month of the year
Born by the Virgin Mary
In the last month of the year
He was born by the Virgin Mary
In
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
Don't feel like I ever made a
Conscious decision to stay six years
You just kind of roll the first
Four and a half years
Was me in the studio every day
You know there's a time in every man's life where he gotta make a change
And try to move up to the next level
That day I came and I tracked the beat
every year
I'm tearin' cars up every year
I'm the baller of the year, yeah
Magic City day time just for breakfast
Magic City night time to see
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
more this year, than last year on this day
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year
She knew this was the last time that the roses would
to the fact
But it's obvious ya eyes had mace
(Ma$e) in it you delusional, I hate the shit
I've been cookin' givin' orders in this
Game for the last 12 years
If somethin' happens in my life it's front-page news
It's from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos
It's by my demons and angels, yeah
on the biggest
Most disgustingly selfish vehicles
Driven by the ugliest -
This is an example of how NOT to think
Day after week, after month, after year
Day
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Down and out
Last year really broke me
Such a slouch
Nothing could provoke me
Full of doubt
I was living low-key
No way out
Last year tried choke
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
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