Lyrics:
Just you and me
Eyes closed, enjoying the salt and breeze
Let's live here for a few seconds
Only thinking of our being here right now
And this is where I
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
Who told you've I lost it?
I just put it down for a second, damn
Can the king lounge for a second, kick his hooves up?
Grow stubble on the face for once
great
Don't wanna praise him 24/7
Maybe 25/8, 26/9, 27/10
Grind harder just to level them
God before the bag
But I'm still tryna secure the paper
Not by
yo, yo
Fuck my career for a second (mmm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
the fun
Girl we grown, no disrespect, I'm just being blunt
Said I want you, except the wanting is not that long
So can you chill out bae you trippin'
when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun
[Chorus]
really care about niggas subliminals
They think they lyrical, spiritual, miracles
180 Days
7 Hours in em
I'm just saying
Think about all the memories
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
not yet met
Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
Beastie Beastie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
to see it's one of my own init, y'know?
And boy, I know none of this is easy, y'know?
I'm just proud to be, to be witnessing what's going on, man,
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung..
more money...
[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
want to have to get buck
I'm not phased by what you say
Cause I know I can take you any day
You think this is a game
Well call your play
You don't know
money boy get drop kicked
Live and die by the grind my time to shine I’m not stopping
Yeah I’m busy with that hustle boy I’m plotting
Yeah I’m busy
probably find the main jar
I been major, it's Rapsody, boy
I don't trust the score, I've been baffled by judges' cards before
Never leave it in their
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All
you work harder or less
(Young Chris)
Just give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tall when
seconds I'm on the song
They told me to play it back
And I said baby I can't see you, cause the sun is out
You just waste my time with all this shit, bitch
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
just trying to rally
I rich I'm a baddie
I rich and no one pad me
Jewelry drip drip addict
Workflow twenty-four-seven
Bad boy got me undressin'
Like I
perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds
To play a lovegame, a lovegame
Hold me and lcve me
Just wanna you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough for
My heart to quit it
Let's have some fun
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