Lyrics:
a workout
This a 1200 pint of lean
And 800 dollar jeans
I just spend it
It don't mean nothin
Why they mad
I pull up lookin clean
Like we boutta shoot a scene
the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto
breadcrumbs.
eight media prank virus' spread through the spectrum.
mad cows. motorcade lord of breath mobius strip mall.
pitchfork quark. sonic onion.
honey
since
Lord
Imagine if this was the last poem I write
Imagine your moms snortin' lines of white
Imagine the feeling when the judge gave him life
Is there a heaven for a baller?
Pistol to my head, every time I call her
Pistol to my head, they wonder if I'm Hellbound
Can't be worse than this
to survive in this crime land
I'm just hustling cause I never had
So these chips that I gained, I maintained, me and my pops past
I thank the Lord for
show fear cuz
I stepped into his house his
Mom's grinnin ear to ear
Gigglin and winks for weeks
I would encounter from this female
She's sizin me up for
could just drop me off at the house
Cause I ain't ready to die about nothin like this
He-he-he-he-he-he
Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop
the realest in the hood
And by the way, man, this is feel-good music
Mais pour un soir seulement, so you should feel good to it (I'm gone)
Barefoot on the gaz,
Over-zealous
There is nothin' you can tell us
That we don't already know
I mean I heard the same story
Like an hour ago
Bust up on the scene,
I'm like a heavy
nothin' you can tell us
That we don't already know
I mean I heard the same story
Like an hour ago
Bust up on the scene
I'm like a heavy duty power load
and growin'
killa House fan, you know what it mean
It mean your sifa ain't fuckin' wit the lord of the ring
Diggy! I pack your pipe wit nothin' but bomb
It
on prayin' for the change
Bless the Lord oh my soul, yes I will worship His holy name
Even when I can't see, Lord, I will do it all for your fame
'Cause
burning through my wallet full of green
But I ain't even notice it
Be mopping me clean bless me like sneeze damnit I ain't even work for this
She gazing
later, Big Spank got killed
And I got robbed, and Ronnie got shot
And I bought my first tape by 2Pac
And I got hard, cause I was smart
I knew that
plain and simple yea
Down payment on the crib ye that's essential
I do this for my mama's kids like the lord sent you woah
New crib high ceilings I could
you not one touch us (none)
I'm done pumpin' (done), want for nothin' the slums love him (yeah)
Montego Bay, I'm rum punchin', gun clutchin' (Gangsta,
brain
Besides that man ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now
I'm still a thug
Nigga I still smoke bud
(You know) you know I still represent
St. Clair
not here to stay
Dear lord here me pray
For brighter days
Lighter pains
The wisdom to deal with my fighter ways
Bless me and help me succeed
Please
to past
God will protect you
the bible says exodus 14 14
the lord will fight for you
and you will hold your peace
cos if to say
this people na God oo
dey
dwell in the house of the Lord forever
I walk through the valley of shadow of death don't fear no evil
Running from sin cause it lead straight to death my
rest up
Love in the sky while living life may the lord bless us
And for y'all just catching on you'll never catch up
Uh ya cup not full put some mo in
CHØRUS 1
Holy cannoli
I been coolin by my lonely
Cuz my life has been a game and
I don't think you can console me
Yeah
Holy cannoli
But
turned a corner
Niggas come around me and they realize they've got dirty water
Got my mum a spot but I won't post in the house
What's all this postin'
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