Lyrics:
Happily
To a
Masterpiece
Don't need to brag about who I am
Don't need a gold chain to feel like a man
Don't need a big house, I know
God's got a plan
Don't
Happy Annie wakes up scared
It's such a big day, she's unprepared
She wanted this since she was a girl
More than anything in the whole wide world
four leaf clover
You'll see me come driving by in my big ole Chevrolet
Someday, I'll be ridin'
In a 57 Chevrolet
She'll have whitewalls
Headlights
No need for me to sound like y'all man (No)
Motherfucker this is me
Is MG motherfucker this is me
From molly's world man
I be doing it nonstop
From
feel like Veeze, its head or the feature,
Regardless, I'm trying to get lucky
Those big guns cool, but the baby
One still kill yo ahh, like Chucky
She
world of blood death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me
to poop
When I'm tryna take a break from my everyday
Gettin fucked by life in every way
When it's tryna push me down I try to stay
I figure out a way
yi, lucky me, in fact
She died in the man's arms
When that train crashed
So maybe there is beauty
In tragedy like Marilyn
But what's the point
to avoid disaster
There's nothin' you can do that's gonna block my punch
I'ma finish this fight by lunch
(With our main man Lloyd)
That's me. The city
still the fucking man
Fuck you saying? Niggas in the little league
Still pitching under hand
Guess I’m swagged up, and my block on
Gucci belt diamonds
some water
Old Fragile Nigga with a glass nose
Tickets and a Mexican back
He gon' be mad when he
Sees that his grass grows
In his home, By the gnome, in
more tears
For downtrodden years
You're an undiscovered land
Unexplored by man
Open your mind
Leave it all behind
Its all there to find
In a too bright
a bo-bo up in they go-go
Repetitive niggaz I go against, they don't have a chance
They won't survive, they'll tell you I'm a hell of a man
I devour
what we did
Like running around downtown brooklyn getting chased by the big kids
Now as a man I don't run much, still have the same click
That very
a smile on his pretty world.
Bleeds men dry, doesn't hear them cry,
countin' all his money in the sky,
Greenburg, Glickstein, Charles, David Smith
sorry for the words I couldn't say
I'm sorry that your efforts were in vain
You were promised so much more than I have gave
I'm not a honest man I was
judgement burn
Act like you don't understand
And run from Jah son it's your own possessions you are possessed
By ooh man, it's so sad to see how you ah
around
They ain't expect for me to turn around
Look at all this money now
I ain't picking up my phone
I'm acting funny now
Big faces I like hunnids now
whisper shalom
They show no pity so you switch your city
Just to get greeted by the same committee
Man hate real busy
Deja vu making your days real
It tells the story of the Israelites' departure from Egypt
Led by Moses, known as The Exodus
In modern times, it is often best to leave certain
Killer Qi Gong, weed bong
Give em some bloody tofu
Stew from South Korea
Messiah man, burning bush in a frying pan
Black smoke and miracles come
Out
about time the world caught up with trick homeboy
Cause the war never stopped round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are
rude talf crule baby I know
But your trinna touch the man no bible
Almighty beside me gotta new dance
In ya shorty move ya feet like
The ants in
Turn to big fights thats not worth it
I didn't mean to harm her on purpose
Now my conscience coming to a surface like
Karma comes around in a full circle
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