Lyrics:
still got sight
I'm on my road never glorify potholes
You get frightened
I put fight just to see you get by (yeah)
Up all night I still got sight
I
break bread
You get the "Keys to the Range" like Jagged Edge
I want to lay this pipe till ya half dead
I'll cut ya hard enough to break ya brass bed
I
anywhere don't hold you breath yea
I work my ass off till I'm dripping sweat yea
I was born to get it that's what mamma said yea
So im'a get it till the day
either way I'm bringing fire on the Cell
Clientele, cartel, they 'bout to bring you to jail if you talkin' that smack
I'm comin' through, then I'm a get
just breathe
But every time I inhale
I just get a chest full of heavy
No air
Just heavy
And I've learned to 'man up' when that heavy
Starts to make my eyes
I!
Was never satisfied
Till!
You walked in my life
Now!
I need you around (around)
You satisfy me
Make me complete
Touched me in special kind a way
she trying to get me to slide by her
My city rich off a coffin
Ain't nobody walking
Stay on Burbon St if you come visit New Orleans
I can't save
the news, every day I am
I don't know, it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense
It's
the news, every day I am
I don't know, it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense
It's
Like you I had my first son
Don't know which one is next but either way they good we all one
Kings and Queens hear
Know you perfect and worth it
We
your pride
I know you a bitch
Homie you afraid to die
I done seen way too much shit in my life
Back on the wall am I livin it right
Paranoid I go
commit
Gotta have patience but my mind steady racin
What's my destination
On top with a bag cause that's what I'm chasin
I'm never complacent grip by my
what my mama told me
This world is cold
You ever feel like you're doing all this by yourself
Sending out cries for help
No one can ever tell
They hide
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
a way to be Franklin Saint
Becoming a icon is what I'm on
I'm Stevie Wonder I then moved keys
I never laid eyes on,
God body I don't walk with inferior
flocking 'round my way
Got my back against the wall, uh
I'm ready to spray
Standing by the lightpost, breakfast
Got my hand on my hand on my right toes
Cause
I had no disguises, no verdicts, no alibis
Look into my window, tell me what you see
M-ill-i-tant school of philosophy
When niggas get dealt wit
had no disguises, no verdicts, no alibis
Look into my window, tell me what you see
M-ill-i-tant school of philosophy
When niggas get dealt wit mental
the trap, freestyling over the two-track
When I was realizing my chronicle, where was you at?
I'm true black, some feel as though my opinions are too black
on the news
No job, but he had a pair of $100 shoes
So I get my head ready cause I know where I'm at
I got good sense and now I need a 1'000 gats
Cause times in
(Hook)
There's a
Party
With my
People
Ima
Party
Till the
Sequel
We get
Rowdy
cin't no
Prequel
That's my ego
Ever where I go
Man he go
way till I stepped in
Better not come down my block, that's a dead end
Let me teach you a lesson, boy keep your head up
Your mans get you set up for
a tool, what we get into
And hide my face, till we getting famous, bro, I love the game
Everything ain't like everything, can't go out like Mace
Rip my
want
Shorty wanna fuck, cause she smells all the saint Laurent
All I need is one shot and I'll get it done
All it takes is one shot till your nigga gone
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