Lyrics:
to the roadside
Walk me in a light
A room in the Royal hotel
With sea facing views
A man with a suitcase
Full of things he doesn't need
I'm looking through your
one
I got a lot of guns but
I just bought another one
Them things not a game but I
Always had fun wit 'em
I got a lot of guns but
I just bought another
jersey
Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys, we throw things
I got a arm like Testa Verdy, it's Drex Andretti
The live lyrical compulsive, betta contact
tore em down
He was sellin' dope to feed his kids let my nigga out
I know the rules of the streets you abide by
But now I got my love creepin'
nigga)
Uh, all through the city, every neighborhood, we ran (huh)
He be like, "who wanna battle? I got whatever on my man" (I got whatever)
Cappin'
itself
Then to my knees, and I begged the Lord please
Let me be a good daddy, all he needs
Love, knowledge, discipline too
I pledge my life to you
to ride, I
Need you by my side, no
You ain’t got to ask, my love is a sure thing
We gon’ be alright
God knew what he did when he made you, yeah
Never saw it
the stiffs 'til
The break of dawn
I'm always finding bodies when
I'm mowing the lawn drag 'em in the house
Throw 'em in the oven
Wicked clown loving that dead
You scared to go to the pen? Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap yo' rump
Man, I thought he played bold, be he ain't even fuss
Man, the nigga was way swole
And I, I, I, I can feel that love,
But I feel that hate
When I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon' wake
When that thing
So hard on myself but I still get by
March these streets with no compass just I
Curious guy always asking the reasons why
Still feeling alone that's
of things
Which means
You can't let any motherfucker be bigger than your dreams
Man I always go against the grain
They think I'm in the wrong lane
But ya
miss the net
Oh! Arms flailing
He kept on sailing
A terrified screaming creature
And the crowd scattered
As Hugo splattered
All over the upper
love in me
No matter what you do
I will always be with you
I know that I'm working as hard as I can
Asking God if he proud of me
The devil been testing
bitter regret
He's only as man as as fast as he can run
The further from feeling he wanders
The more bearded he becomes
Burdened by the inability
that, yeah, again? Uhh X, man, why'know
If I don't slop her man she feel like I don't love her, youknowhatI'mtalkinabout?
This thing takes all kinds
'll tell her about the money he hid
And someday she'll tell him that the boy is his kid.
But for right now they're both in love
The only thing they're
God damn Homie
Always In a Fowl ass mood
He had dreams to make it big
But he didn't pursue
Procrastination
Lack of patience
Was the formula used
to make sure we're okay
Everybody stuck in debt the cycle always stays the same
Thas why we gotta make it out
Cah we aint nuttin but their slaves
As a man
In the heart of Appalachia not many years ago
Lived a man known as the Arm Drop Guy many would come to know
He grew up hard and lived it all from
In the heart of Appalachia not many years ago
Lived a man known as the Arm Drop Guy many would come to know
He grew up hard and lived it all from
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you
bread
Next thing you know somebody want you dead
I left my toast up in da whip it
That bitch had a full clip
Big bro said he coming up I know he on some
the confirmation from the man upstairs
He said, be cool
It's gon' be aight
Ashes on the Buddha head
I'm living low class
I wanna cut class with my love
That's
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