Lyrics:
Graffiti, loiterin', I sorta got my peace from the chaos
Was no "mother-may-I's," surrounded by have-nots
And maybe some day I's well
I was against
Dream of the day that I buy the wraith
People been sleeping and that's a fact
Hustling harder boy by the day
Spend what I get then I get it back
does this take
I pull up when I pull up this way
Man I'm tryna get work from morning
And it's like I'm being charged by the day
But I ain't got nothin'
didn't know they had hearts of stone
Frozen by Western Europe's cold
Also, there were scumbags among us
Willing to work for white conquerors honours
o six
Germany was full of cars celebrating the soccer team wins
Life, like it's your last day
Sex like she's your last babe
On the road, like it's
Every morning by da break of day
Pick and shovel in my hand
Prove to the worlds I's a natural man
Don't not to hurt me but my back and spine
Don't
1. Welcome to the 21st century
Welcome, welcome
21st century
2. 6 years - 6 nights
I wait six years - I wait six nights
Wind this rope - a second
know it gotta be a better way
Just did six months got out February
I was on the run before May
Still kicking shit day by day
I wouldn't be here today
percent bonus
if the job is complete within one day.
[Tray's woman complains]
Phone: Ay, yo Tray listen. I gotta bounce, listen Tray.
suffer
You so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle
Bitches by the car-load 6 or 7 new ones
I'm switching up the tomorrow
ever whatever
Divide 18 by 6 you get the third letter
From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens
I bomb y'all wit lyrics of flesh shredders
not hip with the syntax
Been back, need dough for the six pack
Gotta heal like a dog when the wrist snap
Hang by the side of the goal
Because I pass
I'm just walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking
by all of the people who open their homes to a vagabond honing his craft
So thank you
We keep it movin' so it's time to hit the road
But y'all
thing you can't begrudge a kid is his dumb shit
[Verse Two]
The day begins at noon, I'm blessed get dressed and groom
In tune with Chops and Styles,
We are struggling in this world we will find true happiness together
Every single day I love you more
Walking down 6th street, I'm haunted by
Never mattered
See you niggas hating from a distance
Know me with the same niggas be the realist
All day
6 17 know I get it
Til I die
Came up had to get
6 pm
Won't miss the test
But boys did wait
Went to hotel by the bay
Got drunk and wasted
Loved herself
Waited and laid, no one came
Unlucky day
Wasted
it up, give it up, give it up (Six)
I'm in my bag again
Won't get you mad ever again i know
That discussion went left on us
Like fork in a road
I let
a winter's day
And in the long ago
The dusty road to Bethlehem was
Trod by many feet
And in that throng, a donkey walked
A donkey small and gray
As donkeys
this far can't give up now
Ridin' this road til the road runs out
Doin' all I can but still barely gettin' by
Waitin' on the good to come from the Hard
Lonely at the top, I'm riding one deep
Best believe I'm on something
Road to success, live out my dream
Better believe I'm on something
Turnt up my
hu...i said come to my sunday service
nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty Jim Jones
boot ya in the head,
steal toes
He'd already put Joe and Jeramiha six feet under.
They were drunk as the skunks, they were on their way back from the saloon. They passed Steve
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