Lyrics:
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where
Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law
Good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry
a new way of life?
I then said yes and I committed myself to a year at city team
I feed the homeless 50-100 people a day breakfast and dinner.
I attend
my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
Don't matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Time to switch it up fo 'em
Time to flip it up fo
my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
Don't matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Time to switch it up fo 'em
Time to flip it up fo
Every time I see you, my heart's still poundin'
Everyday is a blessing with you I'm countin'
Whoa oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Umm hmm umm hmm
Six hundred twenty
portrait
I'm dreaming of a better place
Joy we'll demonstrate and we will portrait
The one thing we can rely on
The hope that leads every day
The peace that
sometimes I ignore it
Damn
Like dat
Like dat
Like dat
We do a hundred corners every day!
I came in thirty deep like dat
And if you callin' and you
the pace of this paper chase
I disappear I don't leave a trace
100 bands got no time to waste
100 bands time to cut the cake
I'm the man got a master plan
wrong
When every day is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
I was born by the river with the sunblock
Say I'm cooking up the heat so
want
Not a day's goes by
It ain't on my mind
I ain't gon' front
I ain't gon' lie
I'd rather have a M than an empty pocket
If hundreds ain't in
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
pleased you (five hundred thousand dollars)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week I wanna see you (seven
You know there's a time in every man's life where he gotta make a change
And try to move up to the next level
That day I came and I tracked the beat
know the deal and that's every time that I come 'round
This big business, I come around, smoking on that too loud
Give my dog about twelve hundred in
'm a portrait on a wall
I make the winter time shine feel like The Bahamas
I got your name stored, a special ringtone when you call
Don't nothing change but
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me,
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
It's 100 different ways get
A young nigga high
Been doin' all of 'em the same time
Seen 'em go broke and I seen some die
But it ain't been enough
way
Day dreaming bout you each and every day
I've been thinking bout you
Since the day I met you
Look too good to be true
That's why I haven't called
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