Lyrics:
I'd rather live on ma knees huh
Am am thuuug
I'd rather live on ma knees
than to be a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees
Yeah Woy3 mi na
always hoped the fairytale, would happen to me
And I waited my turn so patiently
Now I don't have to sleep
To live out this dream
Our colours formed this
obviously, the plan was for me
This is my life, my goals, I get one
None redone, I live for fun
Autism kept from thinkin any different
Excuses excuses
The plan
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
Steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
I'm in this game with
morning in my quiet mountain town
The sun is shining and the grass is green
under the three feet of snow i mean
this is a day when its hard to wear a frown
Perc and the lean for my sanity
At Red Lobster eating shrimp scampi
I feel like the intercontinental champion
I'm full of this liquor I'm yakked up
No
colour as you
Looking after these kids that belong to you
What more can I do?
I just wanna donate a million by June
Now they hating on me
See me in a red
love my skin, The colour tell him Iʼm the sweetest
So i let him taste , so I know he never leaving
[Teecy Verse 3]
Yeah
The sweeter the juice the darker
Grade xul was a bright kid
High xul flying colours
College I became a mentor
Thats why m here to deliver
This ryt here for my people
This ryt here for
Yea my jacket Y three, recently been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of money, kinda stinks of sastisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack
always wore a red cape
I wish
It's not for me
It's for my Granny in the woods
A loaf of bread, please
To bring my poor old hungry Granny in
help but shake their hands with rubbers
They can't even book me yet they judge me by my covers
Already painted bigger pictures with your truest colours
'round here like they're somebody
Don't know what kind of day I had
With all this weight, couldn't hold my bag
Don't hold me back from my habits
Live
three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty
Everybody's snitching
forgotten
But the music is sung. I will live my last breath for no one
Let the lights hit the sky, let the Lord move my life
We gon' sing on this song. We
"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"
He said, "Whatchu mean by
hate this money with a passion
Money is just a paper
I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental
It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental
I
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
do the dive,
So my brother don't cry, na bibiara b3y3 fine,
Life is hard, life is war, full of pressure push it more,
Play it hard you gonna
everything gets neatly wrapped by the end of the show
Yeah, but this ain't Hollywood
And this sure ain't the Brady Bunch
And how this plot's gonna all pan
button away from world war three
Always called the minority
And always always pulled over
Facing police brutality
Why is every street a living hell
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