Lyrics:
almighty R.S.O.
Hustler by night, make beats in the day
Had that thing under the bed if you fuck with Ray
Damn shame, why we gotta live this way
Protect my
80's Night
Playin' Big'll put you in a box, that was Gravy's plight
Thought I was hijackin' that Live, now I'm takin' flight
Your girl in the Ghost
on a suede mansion
My band room had a bedroom
My wrist be dancin'
My band room had a bedroom
My wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by
I said remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
We were the kings
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
them mixtapes y'all droppin'
Make sure you bring it trying to get with me
Bring it live nigga worldwide feel it!
(Don't forget to talk)
You heard it
Standing face to face forever live or die.
Hold me like a child, I'm not alive until you do,
What you hold in your hand is a miracle
And it's dead
live in the booth
I was caged but now I'm a tiger on the loose
If I had two hands on my face, would you know what time it is?
The problem is they
to grindin'
On the Eastside
We ride
And Drive-By
And if you actin' live, kiss yo' mama and wave her bye-bye
I try
To get along and it don't work
I love to hurt
Uh-oh, yeah
Uh-oh, yeah
1 - Hey yo, all my life I've been trying to live it up
Pigeons like to flock they just wanna give it up
I don't want a girl
it's promise so I'm one with the force niggaz die everyday nature taken it's course
muthafucka
Cause when you live by the code you die by the code
not die
Knowing all the answers without asking why
Personal pursuit pass our loved ones by
Frustrated with god with our hands in the sky
We load those
you a seh?)
As a boy slip him should be found in di morgue (right away)
Yo, Borderline (Timeless)
Dead body find (crime live)
A w'appen to dem dude?
rock the beat with your hand
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin'
up, tear it down, tell what you found
I'm good but I just don't wanna
live my life to get high
I'm okay but I just don't wanna
live my life to get by
up, tear it down, tell what you found
I'm good but I just don't wanna
Live my life to get high
I'm okay but I just don't wanna
Live my life to get by
ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet
I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live
Hope God will forgive
I crashed the function flexed up, Jeff Hardy
I live life fast, every day I slow burn
I keep my paper straight 'cause one
Day the tables could turn
a difference first look inside
How you gonna move up being this guy
Folk you better get your own mane, get grown
Find a lane Jeff Gordon on the throttle mane
being fooled, by pastors covered in jewels
These Angels are all around you, don't you feed into that bullshit
The devils on the podium, there's demons in
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
the end of time"
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
So I can fly (I can fly, I can fly, I
love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and lets start
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