Lyrics:
the fridge bills due
Moms stressing
Sending prayers to the havens hoping god answer my question
Hoping god answer my blessings
I was tempted by these streets
Fighting to live and I’ll brawl ‘til I die
Freedom is all in the mind (got something to say)
Black father, black artist with a black business
Married
niggas in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggas better slow down
'Cause
n****s in the wild life
Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, n****s better slow down
'Cause
the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screaming, "Long live that look on your face"
And bring on all the pretenders
street to those gathered in front of the city gate
How long, you simpletons, will you insist on being simpleminded
(Happy New Year
It's a new year)
If you
couldn't even pay the rent, homie
Thinkin' 'bout it I'm wondering where the years went, homie
Just a youngin' tryna survive, they was hatin' on me
I was
days of our lives they try to make us hate
To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets
Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef
I'm
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
lights street lights
Verse 2
7 years old front
seat of the caddy
Switches on bottom
sellin baggies inna alley
good with directions
don’t send
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
Or the truth curves and is exaggerated from what actually occurs !
Its a trick they play to sway your mind set to their believes
Controlled by the same
grateful of the horrors you've survived
Cause I've Seen so much last year
People lose themselves on drugs
People losing their lives
As some got away with
Now it seems like you changed your mind
I wish we agreed
On all the simple things
And that it didn't change our lives
No I ain't fighting with you
the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screaming, "Long live that look on your face"
And bring on all the pretenders
retreat
I doubt you even live here still
But it quickens up the pace of my heartbeat
When I find myself by accident
On 22nd Street
All the years
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
My son's name is Michael Justice Ajani Sterling
Michael after his grandfather, not to mention Jordan, Jackson, and Tyson
See, he came out fighting
Evils of the law conjure hatred from afar
And it’s leaning kinda hard on my psyche, psyche
Years of disregard, mixed with quarantine’s mirage
Oh my
Martin Luther King, Jr was a Revolutionary
Simple and plain he did not get to live a
Regular life and have an 86th Bornday he died
A murder victim
the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screaming, "Long live the look on your face"
And bring on all the pretenders
bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, ayy
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame,
a number
That's why I'm banging like Jennis, when I'm riding in
My Hummer
Will I live another year, the streets keep asking me
Will I wind up locked
a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came,
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