Lyrics:
But i'm out here on my knees
Pause
Pause take a breather in this world full of evil
One chance in this life ain't no other sequel
Surrounded by
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
still be against the strike that only strikes for more pay? By "you," in this instance, I mean "me."
There is a certain kind of person to whom things
singing
Homeboys conceal your weapons
Cuz ain't gon be no smoking section in heaven
No more be buckin your luck
Seven eleven on the first roll
Don't
by sip
While I'm in the lab hand crafting hit by hit
I am this mad scientist with higher enlightenment
Tryna mix vials inside a vile environment
life
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh wear
This is something you will have to throw on next year
Yeah
Hook
J.R. Writer:
Listen scrap, believe me,
divorce
Your crib ain't no fuckin resort
Scenery coming by choice ain't no sonning the boy
I'm still slide with every feature on factory wheels
Donnie
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
wraps
Swishing wit no baskets
Wish to have a big pad
Kids and living lavish
I dig that (Dig that)
Figured i could get rich
Spitting wit this rap shit
Mix
can't fade this
"Westside Connect is the craziest"
So you and your boys are get you ass wiped
When I'm bangin' in a caprice classic (Hahahaha)
Connect
And the classic Rakims and the, you know, Eric Bs
These boys is on that level in this era right now, you know
So that's what I would tell somebody
If you like
to buy my bitch some titties
And like, like, life is fucking beautiful
Ah, Pootie getting that Gucci
That Louis, shoutout to Pootie
But, yo, before,
equivelent to being pregnant I'm living for two and
What I do about my life is what I'm giving to you
Tho you took your life
You'll always be a part of mine
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
quick on your feet, get some agility
I'm gon' keep praisin' and worshipin' this righteous assembly
He wrote them words on my heart, ancient calligraphy
of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' though
This is a ritual for those depicted
destiny nbe ni
Every living have a dream
Every human is a dreamer
Life is full of ups and down
This world is full of drama
What goes around comes around
love is hard to find
Need a ride or die chick
Sittin by my side
While I'm on my grind
Livin this life of mine
Blows my mind
And she one of a kind
This
make classics, CCF, the Unit
Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet
95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here
See our
something in your brain
Can't complain, life is great, flying paper planes
Feel like David Blaine, I do stuff that I can't explain
I been eating good, that's
the standard
I take your bandwidth
I capture it like a chess piece
So I'm a bandit
And you're abandoned
And now the listeners are with the band kid
And this is
mind
Gotta catch this vibe
Most wonder if heaven is real
Absolutely
Arguments
Over acting choosey
Hard rules
Tell you not to do things
That otherwise
right true
I fell that is only right
That I live the life of rally
I done did knives in alleys, pipes, in rallies
What you do now?
Now I catch
classic, static, you want the heat I got it
And the streets love me, the game is easy
pockets full of cash, please believe me
So I can spend weeks in
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