Lyrics:
Give me a leaf, in fact, make it three
To give the world the time it needs
A healing psalm to a life so free
Go on flying, rambling on by
Wherever
a poor pedestrian praying for enough Panera when the check comes in
First check the messaging, then check the message again
And when it's finished make
pronged branch
Left on our porch
An angel statue slowly disappeared
Piece by piece
At first it went unnoticed
The more I studied
The more I realized
They
Before Jesus cleaned me up and got me out my mess
I was into criminology I must confess
Caught up into sin went hard on the block
Held heat wasn't
Deaf
You took me away now I'm all by myself
These cigarettes can't be all that bad for my health
A boy had it all, a man don't got shit left
Used
and just a mess
No one I can find and to hold but I don't know what's left of my regrets
Did you think of you as one of them?
Every time you come by
I 'm not
Every time I step into a church I just be breaking shit
Call a badass angel bitch over here to suck my dick
Call me the American Dream the way I kill
Satisfaction guaranteed
First off
I must admit
that know your here
You not going nowhere
And it won't be by force
Cause you not gonna wanna leave
Second off
Take
y'all don't get it
I could have sold my soul when I was 17
And I'm glad that I didn't
'Cause they wanna turn you cold, give you gold and say
"Congrats,
Stepping up to the plate reps off the back
My new company got a beat ball bat
We gonna make the day - you invest right back to you
And show you
Sadie, guess what? It's been 8 years almost to the day
And if I passed by you on the street I probably wouldn't know your face
You're having a baby
know if I can fuck
Lemme drill her
If she ain't fucked up bout me in 3 days
Then I don't feel her
Like lil poppa said I don't want no dealings
First crib
and his nose were shining all night
By that light the three wise men found their way
It was then that I knew it was the first Christmas day
to talk about)
Never in my life have I acted bad
Blew 'cause I could rap, didn't chat no gas
This year, I spent bags on packs
But fuck it, got my first
with callers
First to get cut prolly grew the tallest
Off-center bald spot, Rasheed Wallace
Comedy of errors, ontological terror
Tellin' me I don't
head
I hold in my hand dear, three letters, from the stage of you fine, fine, super fine career
The first began, darling my sweetheart, my wonderful one
Yeah
Tryna figure out how to go about it
I see right through these cappin', niggas still got the nerve to lie about it
My slime don't mess with you
First and foremost, I got to figure out what hurts the whore most
Before we show up at this nigga's house
We can rip him out the drivers seat, pin
and couldn't write
This occurred and happened pretty much all my life
So by the 3rd time I just laughed at em and rocked the mic
It just happened to make me work
of and asked the man if I could have her. I paid him three dollars and joined Neina outside the store with my new treasure. Neina asked me what I was gunna name
this bitch the night before Christmas
Baby made my hitlist Christmas night
She let a nigga hit by Christmas lights
This bitch was tight, just my type
Girl, I don't love you
[ CHORUS 1 ]
You know you gotta be paid
If you want to come jump in my cool-Aid
[ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ]
I'm from Vallejo,
Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my crime
I call my lawyer
Bail bonds keep me on the streets
Three in the mornin' I'm at the club with the freaks
But I
Air 1's Smurfed up
My breath stinks like I burped up
I'm dirty like a dirt truck
Freeway music sorry but I must emerge up
I always come first never
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