Lyrics:
out who the real Mike is
I told her that I'm six in the lucky twelve
Lucky what?
And one day you and I go change the world
Go change the world,
on my mind Fuck rumors, don't care about what you thought
I always be in here working Mindset grown, just buy me a Birkin
These niggas out here just
yet shawty my fate
Ain't no other girl is the same
Got my mind out here doing double dutch
Thinking bout how ima keep her not f**k it up
I don't know
up that church call it holy
Drive by on his ass make a flash adobe
Got them freeze powers shit feeling chilly
Milim popping a perky call that shit
ensured she had no close friend). She devised a plan already; she only needed a perfect time to execute it.
Then one day she got out of the room, trying
stains his mind, that same blood stains the streets
It all started when two different blocks got wrapped up in some beef
He don't bang, but he when goes
Did I forget to mention it’s happy bar hour slaying music by the day killing beats by the hours writing lyrics in a minute I ain’t bound to finish
weaving those fish nets all day
Knowing that some time the seven mile bridge
Will take him and lead him astray
He might return his woman would learn
Broke
and he took out
A deck of playing cards
He began to spread them out across his bunk
About that time, one of his buddies came by and said
"You gonna
cause we worked on our faith
Don't know what it takes no debate
But we ready anyway and we pray day by day
Had the audacity to think it be free
Pretty
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze)
It's that motherfucking time again
Tell my diary what's on my mind
Don't think with your mind when you're pricing
Cause I married the game so we feel
That the cake need a little more icing
Sell out by the cases
Bitch
I think I might have passed this way before
About seven thousand three hundred and twenty six days ago
So much to learn so much to remember so many
Back and forth
Lets do it
What you want to hear?
I want to hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr. Mr.
Scarface
Some of that
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
your life to thousands
Just for someone to reply that
They hope you die
And your music should never be allowed in
This shit is my diary
And I put it out
ain't fake no more
Rolling them triple 7's, but Heaven can't wait no more
You know all them nights
Calling all out to Jesus
Grandma raised us with
In a room all alone waiting by the telephone
With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand
So begins the diary of a working man
He'd been poor
(U Need Tint 4 Dis Shit)
(Sometimes I zone out)
(I swear I think some of the craziest shit man)
It's like, the instrumental is my canvas
And my
side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to it's call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
simple
Goin' all out doing the most, she want a lil' bit of attention
Gave her something long and rigid now she wanna me by misses
My shoes tied, I ain't
been a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member
Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
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