Lyrics:
it's over
Now you gotta do this on your own
OK. I hop up out the bed and I turn up by myself yeah
I don't need my phone. Got no noti's on my cell yeah
I
slaughter it
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town never saw her before
Told her, "Baby, we don't got
limousine that was
Candy Apple, got married by a preacher man that looked just like the king!
Yeah, they got a caught up in the moment, couldn't help
I wanna be by my lonely
Hate the other side like I'm Coraline
I wanna be by my lonely
Living my life in the penthouse you can't come to the rise
I
Of my tragic past
I'm mafia Cause I'm
The boss of the mob
Kicking Danielson
To become a man
Son
Holding the monster by the hand
Son
I know the pain was
in the sedan
Oh man how are you
How am I supposed to be a better man
Does anyone tell you how fast time goes by
When you travel across the universe how
assist
Or play arenas, 10,000 folk looking up at one
But my wishes won't get granted by a genie or a god
And I can't see to my future cause it's clouded by
talk about? Footy? (What?)
A thousand pebs in this cunch-mobile
Mad man, I don't stand at no bookies
Look, I don't even want them cookies
It smells
I be on the moon, by myself
They say that they real but I can't tell
That's why I got this Glocky by my belt
If you try to stop me, won't end well
I don't play with no beef
(We ain't playin' with no pussy)
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)
If I wanted a nigga
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Words and Music by: Natale and Heaven
I got a bad reputation
But he's a wanted man
He had his reasons
And now there's blood on his hands
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
forcing some things..
I wanted man down
Turned tables flew ‘round
It turned to lying now
Now I don’t play around...
Focused on bigger and better
I'm livin righteous,
By a landslide my energy,
Will kill a man why try mimic me,
Cause the fans tied identically,
Love it when the fans buy my
that passed when
Me and pops still hadn't spoken
Confusion brewing, young man acting out
Guess that's the notion
In eighth grade moms was tripping when
from them pots and them pans
If you know then you know
Man, if you know then you know
You already know I can't love on no hoe
You niggas mad ya bitch
Granny always used to get mad at me
Fiends a be knockin' on her front door
I was in the hood sellin' crack-cocaine
You was in the hood jumpin' jump
I'm going mad, this won't last
Competing interests got me living half-assed
I take out my frustration by beating these pads
And neighbors call the cops
If you ever need some love I'ma be by ya
Find a better man treat you like a ten
Treat you like you mean more than them
Take you for a spin
Vibe so zen
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
Girl, say you got a man but you don't, no
You just like to watch 'em get excited by the option
And get the hopes up high 'fore you drop 'em right
tools
But I'm back with a bang and a bang
And my band at my back
Sound the gong man be breaking the news
'Cos hell and its goons been done
By the one who
We was young rebels
Renegade heavy, war ready
Niggas wanted our respect 'cause they owe
I'ma get it on my own, I ain't one of (?)
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