Lyrics:
A woman blessed with kindness - you have a heart of gold
Kind words are spoken about you, lady of good cheer
Selfless to a fault, passionate
and ignorance is weak
See them niggas don't like me cause them niggas don't like to think
They'd rather ignore every word and get bamboozled by the beat
I
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
Yes I'm seldom sorry
Not a second thought to feeling and fussing
You wanna get to know the niceties of nothing
Starving for consumption
City that's
of violence
Becoming a positive person, but when you do make it
Give back with your words of encouragement
And that's the best way to give back, to your city
time for looking back on the road you take
You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place
Ain't no time to preach about time you chose to waste
You
ain't really like what
You think you is
Why these niggas always on the same old shit?
Pull up with the gold BBs like Mitch
I got the key to the city like
I'm sayin.]
[Word up, wit the inner city kids...Yeah.]
Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
livin' like
Life's a movie
To keepin' your
Circle solid
To listening to the OGs
Understanding the old me
To wanting to
Make a change
To not using the word
funny for too long
Exposing all these dummies in my songs
Please don't get me wrong
See my heart is made of gold
On my brothers never fold
All i preach
at the beach
Like a pastor in the church
They all telling me preach
Let's take a moment a silence
And rest in peace to this beat
Run up in your spot
And you know
you
Fuck love longs though, I was the same before you
The King is dead, I'm the prince of Cork City
Don't preach to a sinner nor a fucking committee
She gave me that uh
Pedal to the medal
Got that strap in the trunk, yea
Ridin' round the city
It's about to get sticky
Honestly, nevermind, no kizzy
too g like a Gucci bag,
The best and im proving that, im claiming my spot,
And any nigga starting to plot get surrounded by chalk,
Im prayin like thank
Holy
You can catch the shekana breezing'
By whoever disses Christ than
Bowed and seize 'em
He's holy, man, the culture needs him
And can't define life,
sent by satellite.
Rain fire falling from the skies
A mother holds her baby and cries
And day for us for them is night.
And love is just a word
I be going crazy with the chrome
And I shoot my shot Karl Malone
Counting money puts me in my zone
I could help you out like a loan
And I’m by myself
out-rock us
Though I don't preach to y'all
I'm still profiting
I don't have much to lose
I'm in better place, righting my wrongs
I mean I write my wrongs so
in my Boffi kitchen by Rosa Dacosta women
Come from disturbing London, the city of foster children
Grateful what God has given save us from constant
and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
And that's on Piru, yeah, I
costing
I light up the city sky
All these diamonds on me no supply
It's like flashing lights walking by
I look to God and I ask him why
He had to make
to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents (Word)
Don't wanna be another statistic (Preach)
(We refuse to be a product of our environment)
(We
Dreams that put me on a pedestal
An Showed me heaven
Told me let go
Enlightened by a light and
Returned to earth
With something
That I had known
But now I
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