Lyrics:
is my gear
It's my only possession
And music's my passion
I'm moving to the top. Step by step
The wheel keeps on turning for me
And if you want to stab
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
abnormal, like you
There's privacy for a reason, Rand, it's true
So let me go out here
Far away
You don't want me anymore
OK I get it
Just let me be out here
and pray
And you looking for Jesus, searching for Jesus
[Chorus]
There He is
Wherever I go
There He is
Wherever I turn
There He is
He's all around
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
you're fake
Now I can see it, Baby wait, no time for reason, just say, you fuckin' thievin', escape, while
You still grievin', I go ape and go to prison,
Tryin' to be loved
I'm 30 mill and a fan club
What you got signed for
I spent on some rugs
DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car
Borderline genius
digits
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Me and my crew countin' digits
Me and my crew makin' digits
Whew-whew, there go
Petite nice body, skin and face sick
One I could shop with
Go uptown and cop with
She not a thug girl but my down chick
She know how to roll the weed
knows, guess I'll see you
Guys around"
Gotta go, I gotta raise some hell
Feste med itjenter, sørge for å kiss and
Tell
Spise østers med de og really
lady you are hauling
Lord I hate to see her go
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by Lord by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky Lord in
Uh, look, look, cut
Cut look over there, look at that beezy (I see her, I see her)
Go beezy that's the pleaser, uh she stupid huh?
Teaser the dick
to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'
At a playa though, what's your dude yo?
I keep it gangsta, I ain't trying to be rude hoe
Oh, you know how that shit go
Or give when cats get fed off the four
that weave, ho (what up?)
Forty-five hundred blow it, there go double C's ho (Chanel)
Might go throw a Birkin bag if you tell me please ho (say please)
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
other way I'd rather spend my time
Than just kicking back with my
Baby by my side watching DVDs on the sofa
East Enders and Oprah
Play fight to making
somewhere by a lake
I don't know time but I know time knows my fate
Treated like trash so all your efforts go to waste
I always skipped class, but for you im
in pubs
Tryin' to be loved
I'm 30 mill and a fan club
What you got signed for
I spent on some rugs
DVD's and TV's and that's just in the car
trained to go
You know I'm trained to go
Aye aye
Man you know I'm trained to go
Yeah
I ain't gon say nun
When you call me up I'm trynna slay sumn'
You know
The "Learning Surgery DVD"
This infernal infirmary
There's a quirk in your circuitry
We'll work on it externally
Pretty soon you'll be surfing the
One way gurney
where my money go
Eenie minie minie ho, I wrap my dick with mistletoe
Come pull it out and kiss it ho
There He GO!? G shit through ya stereo
All my shit
there
Go out there
Show no fear
Show no fear
Show no fear
Go out there
And show no fear
And even though you're running low
Running slow
You will make it
their future like fucking investments
And I go so hard, that's why your bitch keep on caressing
Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
But this a DVD so
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