Lyrics:
hard or some powder at 'em
This is for my South niggaz
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz
Let's ride out niggaz
Everybody gon' follow
They rereading what I wrote
I'm proceeding to they soul
I proceeded to the bag
And I did that writing poems
I been lied to all my life
Cutting tension
don't know if there is any part of my soul
That could ever read loud enough for
You
To control
What do we feel
Inside the part of
Every lie
We slowly
take a part
Cheri, cheri lady
Like there's no tomorrow
Take my heart - don't lose it
Listen to your heart
Cheri, cheri lady
To know you is
water burst
Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on
Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb
Don't worry, if it was meant to be,
That's the fuckin' mark of the beast
I try so hard to follow God
You know, anointed oil
Plant some Bibles in the front yard
Rebuke at the turmoil
My dreams
name, my name, my name
My name, yeah, that's my name...
Like if you didn't
You would probably meet the devil
After this commercial break
Don't move
the Bad-N-Fluenz clique
You want to follow in my footsteps, well put on your gangsta hat
Burn the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack
I'm bout to tell you how
but my days! Must I shock her.
Diagnosis, paralysis, lo, I became a doctor
She cut me off mid-sentence like I'm rapture
Getting white-maled by a black
't stop
I don’t give a butt about no politics in rap
My little homie Stunna Deuce
Ain’t never comin' back
So I got to go hard every time I jump on wax
Bump
love her baby and she know I don't live by the book
Take my phone go through that quick
Left for dead by who in it
Double R truck smooth as shit
Call my
the hype
It ain’t exciting so we fabricate it and elaborate common stereotype
Left the dogs underneath thee as I’m an underdog in my own right
Well death is
grow while in denial playing the victim
Lowkey I know this wasn't how my soul had risen
Now I know I must listen to enlighten my wisdom
When the going
I didn't ask for hoes
The money keep coming and coming
They follow my bag dey broke
I keep em running and running
I don't think to bag a hoe
They
the ground
Lessons learned the hard way better stick around
Tryna get my heart back from the lost n found
Cross on his back by his grace I'll live it down
God
Know my soul way too dark to be saved by god
So I gave my love over to satan
Know my drug's hard n' as strong's they can make em
Know her heart soft
be without
So I had to block'er
I want my momma to know
Even though we don't talk as much
You still in my soul
One of the reasons I do this
You gave me
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
wanted to make music from the heart
Whether I'm reading Spurgeon or
Inspired by good art this is my heartbeat
This is my heartbeat, heartbeat
Got a soul
Real
Terminology
Gotta alot of things on my mind
Musics one way to vent
Putting it all into perspective
Yeah
Ain't no frontin'
Don't sugar
on the road no stress/
Said I'm coming to get the gold so don't withhold my check/
Soul in body really got me feeling blessed/
Now finally I notice that my life
don't really wanna hear it
Hurt the people that are dearest
And it took my soul, that's why they call it Spirits
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal
hoe you a dear and my bites clean
Little did they know that the fear can ignite thee
Alvi clear yo you need to steer and take your life g
If you don
you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some
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