Lyrics:
a reminder
That anybody can get it, the flow fire just like my ganja
Born and raised different so I go by some ethics and codes
A king that's on top of his
whole damn life trying to get that right
I got the microphone Jones and I need to speak
If I don't get a chance I'm a turn a freak
One of the best ways
the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that
on the steering wheel, emotions are sway
I'm praying father God, please don't let today be the day
All I'm thinking about is they killed Philando Castile
George had
While they clock in
Barely getting it by the hour
Taking care of business from Harlem to LI
These mafia ties
running through both blood lines
That's
and bussin' all these tracks
We gon' get some gold get us some platinum plaques
(I heard that)
Money talk I stay fluent with
Busters can't ruin it 'cause we
a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that
wanna tell 'em what it is)
One day (One day)
It's gonna get better (Yes it will)
It's gotta get better (It's got to)
One day it'll get better better uh
no problems
Gets gunned down by his son and his father
And it would've went unsolved if no one had saw it
Whole world saw it, got thrown in the closet
by the mic
I'm still rockin wit my main bitch but get paid my by side
Member days they used to clown now I caught em by surprise
You wont catch us down
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
a movie the way these niggas drama projectin' (boy)
It's a cold, cold game and I'm goin' Wayne Gretzky (boy)
Born the same day as Aretha, you gotta
Existence i didn't want to contribute
To these fameseeking journalists
And opportunists looking to fill
Their churches or to
Get elected because of their
these different colors only one I seen was grey
Use to be goodmorning text and now I barely get a hey
Use to be nagging asking me questions like a survey
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
just like glow in the dark get the picture
I got this shit from cook up and a digits
Heard these nigga's soft in the middle
Sharknado gelato and zittles
it's barely enough for me to get by
Will it be this way until the day I
Die?
Makes me wanna say goodbye
Took a leap of faith and found out
I can't fly
on that ass, that's an ass-state
Roll-roll-roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Huh?)
I work them
Sike
A couple days past
Caught flights back to Chicago
Completely swallowed by sorrow I had to change the tempo
I couldn't take it no more
Tired
saucin', saucing it up
To a little bit of, a little bit of
Saucin, saucin, saucin' it up
To a little bit of George Michael
One day well be calling
These
away
Like a bird in a cage
Barely living these days
Damn
Yea whooooooo
Medicated by the rule of thumb
Visionary high like the noon sun
When I'm sober
highway and old George Jones
I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
to 5in ain't the type shit I would do
That's why I beat up a beat
Bada bing Bada boom
But if you barely gettin by
And got the bullshit bottled up
Walkin
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