Lyrics:
why she over here acting like she my bitch
She sloppin' me up for the dough, I ball with my niggas like I'm Kirk Hinrich
I ball with my guys
Talking
used to be
The waters are still for now but this does not change anything
A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings
I owe it two apologies one is
you wanna keep on stay
But we can stop and see the lives passing by
When ever a storms headed over my way
Don't matter what is going I can’t break
counting president faces but lately
One I tend to see the
Most is Benjamin Franklin
There's no dancing
Y'all retreating when we enter the function
A grown
Check motherfuckin' 1 check 1-2
I gotta gets my mail that's what I gotta do
And don't nobody run up on me
Cause Franklin and Grant is my only
on niggas is only gon leave ya smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til
on niggas is only gon leave ya smoked
so the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til
glad morning
When this life is over
I'll fly away
And when I die
Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
niggaz ain't now gettin; feel me
Remember everybody wanted to be "Peace, God, Divine"
Real niggaz kept they attributes, right through '99
Peace
Another dolla dolla bill y’all
Would be a franklin but I
Spent all my skrill y’all
Up in the dungeon again
Now how I’m gonna win
Devil on my shoulder
all these niggas some leaches, and these niggas traitors
Only Person who ain't change up, is the mf that made us
Now I done shed tears in the dark
I was
on the left. he is the guy that is making me do all this shit. right over there. now all through this movie, every time we've been on s
I've had to look over in
You just confused it
Doc is the Boss here, nobody move now!
[Method:] Desert Storm, leavin' no clue around!
Smell manure now, Redman stinkin'
AA
(I'm storm cloud, baby)
Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun (you can roll like thunder all over me)
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna
(I'm storm cloud, baby)
Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun (you can roll like thunder all over me)
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna
Take this city
Take this city by storm
We're gonna take this city
Take this city
Take this city by storm
Here we go again
Here we go tonight
a force, maybe unknown
As Your fire refines my soul, like precious gold
He is, in The Storm
So now I walk by faith, I see the reason why
Yes like gold, I'm
Now I'm surrounded by these hoes I think I'm Shia Labeouf
I had to pave the way for niggas cause I had it rough
Couldn't find the answer to my problems
lie when i see right through
The mask you wore, has fallen now
Pre: chorus:
WASHED AWAY IN THE MIDNIGHT RAIN
The tears mix with the storm, it's
pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
A thug nigga like me (ooh yeah) (like me)
I need a thug
HOOK-
Consciousness is taking over
Got them visions on my shoulder
I'm convinced that I was chosen
Used to sip but now I'm sober
Losing grip
reborn
As I draw near, the light is clear
Though the rain beats its resistance
But I press on and pray this is a shelter from the storm
Advancing now
a way
Try disturbin' me then I'll be smirkin' standin' by your grave
Been hibernatin' in the booth, they fucked with me now I'm awake
It's over with when
That was then, this is now
And this is how I must be
A loose cannon, with a cannon
Nobody can trust me
When half the world is sayin "Fuck Me"
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