Lyrics:
tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know
clean
Grew up with big dreams
To put his cita in limousine
That nigga me
He serious with it
Choosing when and not to give his energy
If you doing what he
age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage
He used to hustle on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't
an early age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gauge
He used to hustle on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
used to worry way too much
But God got me
And I'm never giving up
And He never gave me up
How could I Be Unsure
But now I know I really got the flow
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
happy, with his love and all
But too often I get messages through telepathic calls
He's askin' me through a puddle what more must he endure to continue
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a)
[Verse 4: R. Kelly]
It's the remix
Now if you walk up in the club
With a bad chick
And she's looking at me
Then I'm gonna
with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
nape was Cuban link and
Hey I blinked and now it's here it's like I might have foreseen it
And I did all that shit with a mask on
Siftin' through mounds
The trying times
The sleepless nights
Just know that faith is with us
Through all of the hills
And valleys roamed
That we must come to
Walk side by side
ahead
Now I feel so confident cos He's guiding my steps now
I'm riding on eagle wings
Battles cannot wiggle me
God gave me victory
I'm rolling with
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Thanksgiving
I walk around with a chip
Cuz they doubt me
I stay by myself
I don't need y'all around me
They want me to lose
But they don't say it loudly
But I
are stiff
He's Persecution, Persecution
Persecution Smith
You can't walk down the street no
More without him walking by
You can't go to sleep at
Night
you play with
Did you threaten me? This dude's
Gonna get a sore
Throat from all the singing he's about to do
You son of a bitch another million is added
Well I pass him by on the street each day
Brother, don't you walk away
He's about my size and about my age
Brother, don't you walk away
Down
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he reached sir
but he didn't have no piece sir
But now he rest in peace sir
in the belly of the beast sir
is wrong with this
Here is the place, now is the time
Let's invent the kiss
Lumina
Come and wrap around me
Lumina
Come and wrap around me
gotta find a way to deal with)
As a young black teen, everyday I deal
With the pressure and mixed up is how I feel
I walk the streets with a fuck you
to pick me up
When I finally see
That He is not accusing me i confess it all
Knowing He still walks with me
Stop wondering when to move
What you trying
Now the sky's blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
Flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp,
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