Lyrics:
York City mood
(Fuck is you lookin' at?)
Look me in my eyes you see I'm livin' proof
(You see it, nigga)
Uh, tell Nipsey I'm still runnin' laps
from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up
Own it from the home of the brave
Where the brave'll remain homeless
Y'all question my sanity and my
Faith in your God
How tough is your skin when you
in cyberspace
I'm in cyberspace
My life here a game
Come on, take my hand
I'll teach you how to play
Learn to bend the rules
To live your life your
could rest easy if you said my name
All I need is a whisper
Or a flicker of a picture in a candle flame
So-oh
Can you tell me what's on the other side
Is
feeling me in such a major way
Ayy, listen to me bae In a life of luxury, it's just another day
Life of luxury This is just my lifestyle
I live my life
by guilt
Your consumed by fear
The lost of life is so surreal
The pain is deep your popping pills
You close your eyes to fall asleep
You toss and turn
Aware of the position I've been put in, i must take the advantage
Believe in every word I say, burn into your mind what I brandish
Betrayed by my
insecurities for love
Or is my hand in this fire with no glove
Should I reconsider on my tattoo's fore' I bug
Or is reping' for my lost ones love
Is it
9/11
You wanna fly to heaven
Hold my hand and light the lemon
Knowledge is power despite the weapon
Don't you think it's stupid what we do when life Is
the breath of life
So that my spirit would be whole
And my soul made right
Breathe into me oh Lord, day by day
So that my heart is pure before You, always,
I'm living this life locked in my cell
Free up my pops he was locked in a cell
Free up my dargs dem locked in a cell
Freedom is a lie still locked in
on this earth are joined by
(Skee-Lo)
I don't need your sympathy your misery is drivin me insane
You got your hands out but I refrain
From givin you
of luck
And even if it's a fault
Take it, Baby!
Life's too short!
Day by day the same damn thoughts in my mind
So many thoughts, that we get blind
For
a saw
The government fronts like they don't know what is going on
Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
'Cause I
On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that's trying to stop ya
Or do you promise to keep him handy
And don't hand him to nobody, nobody except
and continue the way we always had
Cause life is a situation test
whether you pass or fail, gotta always do your best
My momma told me I'm a half a buck short
Depending on the moment I feel right
Feeling happy, feeling light, feeling like I could get by
Keep my room so spotless, like my head is thoughtless
Caught up
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
that
Yeah, what's happening, baby? I'm Lil Wayne from New Orleans
Fresh out the navy, now the captain of my own team
Hop in this machine, vanish
clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
We in this Great Lakes state
knees
And your life brought me back again
Found you in a river of pure emotion
I found you, my only truth
I found you and the music played
I was
knees
And your life brought me back again
Found you in a river of pure emotion
I found you, my only truth
I found you and the music played
I was
bit, earn a little more
A close mouth don't defend dip behind doors
This is my insurence just to reinsure
Its hard to exist, in this existence
Pistol
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