Lyrics:
never was born ( never was born! )
Let the hungry old hawk take a chicken or two
And only the rooster will cry
But the beady eyed buzzard hangin'
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
of all nations for my name's sake
Many shall be offended, betray and hate one another
And many False Prophets shall rise and deceive many
And because
of diamonds
Plug sent the pack, I'm like, "That shit was perfect timin'" (for real)
Bust AP, plain Richard Mille
Crib run like twenty mil', swear to God that
Yo, crack the Remy Martin
For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market
Bring it when you see me park it
I think big like Diddy office
I fuck a ho
I dey shy oh your beauty make me high oh
For your sake I turn good oh
'Cause I know say I too bad ohh
Pour two for my girl ah
Free you my girl ah
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates
Start selling pussy, maybe that'll get your
Written by richard kerr & graham lyle
The last guest has gone
I can tell you're as thankful as I
A good time was had by all
And a little wine
I
Hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
'Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sake
Pac did the same shit, just
(bitch), I get down for mine
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
Primetime player (player), first class flyer (flyer)
High life liver, luxury good buyer
I'm a modern day
Fact is Cort is in it for a minute
So I'll spit it
One time for the people just like me
Two times for the people who aren't like me
Three times for
up in these streets, tryin to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
'Cause she beat us so
They don't want none, I pray for their sins (hah)
Hotboxin' in the whip (in the whip)
I don't even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it
now tell you that these were all true
And it is my pleasure to introduce to you
The two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire
M. Richard Firmin
bitch sign up the NDA
Winnings approved by the FDA
My shooter with me on a daily basis
Trigger finger, gettin' itchy
Two-fifty, Richard Mille (yeah)
played it different, coulda silenced all my truths
Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool
But it's not in me to be fake, I can't do
I won't fake it for our sake but I won't hold back if you say
That you are ready for the real thing
So are you ready 'Cause I'm the real thing
V.2
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
Performed by barbra streisand
Four little angels of peace are we
Loving our neighbors so peacefully
There's really no harm if we do not disarm
For
to pick a Rollie but she don't care at all
I'm carin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance
make me bust yours
You settle for less, I settle the score
Sure as waves at the shore and two add two is four
I've been eating all my life and still
We're in the age of supermen
The world was ruled by the Fab Four
For seven glorious years or more
Never again see their like for sure
So many classics
was in whiteface say you a star
Lil nigga my rhythm is outer space
Can't fuck with my rhythm or
Riddles for rhyme sake
I done been through the systems
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