Lyrics:
Standing alone by the edge of a river
He's traded his life for a glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer
When
or four cops to pull me off of him
But that's the story y'all of a black man
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African
I am everyday people
or four cops to pull me off of him
But that's the story y'all of a black man
Acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African
I am everyday people
imagination cook
She don't play by the rules
She don't go by the book
All the boys want to know if she's got something to hide
All the girls are relieved
'cause I'm not that mean
Drink a lot of juice so my inside is clean
Do unto others like they do to us
Stay out of the grip of "in God we trust"
Work by
Headz ain't ready for this Clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head
When
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
I don't give a fuck who out here doing this shit mane, yeah
You know, nigga know what the fuck it is mane, NBA gang, ya heard me?
I go by Young
women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down
song, by an old man in a suit
And I guess love is just a word
Without you
Trust, is something you can't fake
It's so delicate and fragile
And it's
no time to explain)
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight
as they passed by.
And because he was all raggedy and dirty,
People would just laugh and make fun
Of the old man and walk on by.
And he said because
needed to be alone
Proceeded to manifest a little nest by the water disorder
Came outta nowhere, i was made redundant
We became complacent argumentative
this
Bitch and i be ripping your bones apart by flipping these
Words I'm more gripping this curse these thoughts are Sporadic
The way i look at the mic
I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this way of livin' slow not
Friday night, I'm still all by my lonesome
Haunted by ghosts, and only I know em
I designed my life so no one knows me
You won't get hurt if you just
I'm finished
Man said he wants to talk, I'm like, "is it?"
DM, 'cause I'm not giving you my digits
And it's likely I might've ignored it
'Cause by
Passed down from your father, you come by it honestly
Passed out from exhaustion
Looking around for some relief
You put your money on the wrong
got to be jealous fo'?
He ain't gon' make it nowhere
He ain't got no type of time
He has no career move, I mean
I come home every single day from
on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried
It's a man's world, n****s get played, another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey
I'm getting
He lives all alone, but the bamboo forest knows him
Now his land is taken by man, he's got nowhere left to go
When he used to roam through all
bored up, uh
I had a smile on my face, that was funny as shit
Cah I had the big man screaming like "mummy"
Nowhere near where his mumzy lives (Trizzla)
a dollar and a dream
I had a hustle with nowhere to sleep
Nowhere to go and I know where to be
But I know where I'm goin', shit, you rollin' with me
That
McElroy
They gave their life so that one man could live
He was the youngest with his wife and two small kids
They knew he would be needed by his little boy
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