Lyrics:
Know
I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle
I battle like I'm a swingers
From here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers
Sherrie's mom
Very lovely and very young
Very bubbly and very fun
And she treated me like her very son
The love was running deep
The bills was running up
My
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
tenth grade was like fifty days away
Tryna get paid fifty ways a day
Used to put fifty on the layaway, now my closet fifty shades of grey
Twenty six
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Hov on the remix with Mya, you see the "best of me"
I love the way you support me and you invest in me
Tell you get ready by seven, and looking
like a can of coke"
He said, looking a little bit maniacal
I was sure he'd turn me into a casserole
When he pulled out what was surely my ransom note
buried six feet under the snow
This little light of mine
It'll never get its time to shine
My music's like a bottle rocket failed to launch
It's just
No Stephen Hawking but this the shit I think about when I'm walking
And I look around and see so much scoffing and looking down like
What the fuck is
No rats allowed always been on My taken shit
Just like the big Bird off Stewart little
Niggas be Stephen A. Smith Never laced up in life
Always got
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
brought you to a fair and there I took you for a ride
I threw a ring around a bottle and your love it was my prize
But now you've gotten just a little bit
that ass fat
You didn't turn around, you asked if I like that
I'm like yeah, girl, you should send some more
You had my jaw dropping straight down
Sometimes I feel like my little brother
Missed his brother growing up
Sometimes I feel like
I missed my little brother growing up
I'm so sorry my demons are
the way she always let me dig in her rib
The bitch fuck a nigga like she wanna move in my crib
Bitch I always knew ya ass was a star
In the daytime,
the rain
I couldn't find my way
You were by my side to pray
You were by my side to touch me
Hold my hands and love me
Tell me I would be ok
And the jah will
got a call from Mama
Auntie passed, it's raining
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying
Raw papers blazing
Humbly patient this what I live by
like you can just send me yo location
I been dealing with some problems I just need some time alone
Ima show my face on a special occasion
Better know
goes listen close
Know you wanna help me, wanna heal me like some antidote
If I love you then I'll lose you, that's my baggage tho
Tell me that you're
goes listen close
Know you wanna help me, wanna heal me like some antidote
If I love you then I'll lose you, that's my baggage tho
Tell me that you're
okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake
you worry I'm on my way
Baby I'll be right there
You said i love you every kiss and i see it now
I really missed your love and i see it now
Learned so
Still contemplating my next step, they saying
Know when I'mma fly like doves
Y'all cry like doves, you mad cause we don't show y'all love?
"For us, by
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