Lyrics:
own minds we was grown mens
Outside on the block we would play the bench
And y'all play the rock every chance y'all got
As I sat back and just
fake, niggas get the
Fuckin wit' the,
Don't be the next one to get done and find
You can't fade a pimp in his own fuckin rhyme
Pimp, in my own
then, by her yellow hair,
He'd make her weep and call him dear.
He's taken her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the cold stone floor.
And when he set
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
I was
Nerdy, lives with his mom, straight grades with honor mug
My balls grew bigger then the shit you complaining of
Took drugs with a thick bitch
I
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
the way
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
Playing house seems so melancholy
Shot with his own gun
his life.
He's seen the world and all its sights
And experienced both the joys and the frights.
His destiny shaped like a puzzle
Each piece a challenge
hi mina
Hi mina, hi mina, I am Africa hi mina
In the future man I'm still gonna be a King
Four Queens by my side no pimp thing
This the real life,
fake, niggas get the
Fuckin wit' the,
Don't be the next one to get done and find
You can't fade a pimp in his own fuckin rhyme
Pimp, in my own
and a bottle or two of booze
And thank you for taking my father
A few years after his own father went down thank you
Mercy, mercy, thank you
For not smoking
to break his doubts
Down like his cases count
Obsessive compulsive counting dough
Making sure all the numbers on the inside
And the faces out
Lawyers
contributed to his demise
Guilt stricken, heart victimized
Postpartum Syndrome, blacking out
She wishing it was me, she cried
Each tear was like a symphony
words I can say,
Me I telephone, to each his own To each his own,
I'm not a prude by any means,
But nudity upon the screens has reached a point
Where
down walls by His grace
If we all forgive each other
Jesus said
"Love, love one another
As I've loved you"
We are one in the spirit
We are one in
wall
He silently listened, tucked snug in his bed
To each bitter word they said
Now he and mom each have a room of their own
He sees dad
make me cry when he eat it
I got a lot of y'all niggas in my phone
Can't forget the J for Jerome
He kissed me so soft and he own his own loft
Drunk
wear no regular clothes
But we tote that iron 'bout each other
I'm frontline by my brothers (yeah), I'm frontline by my brothers
Even with a whole
the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
Tell me what I'm waitin' for
I know it's hard but we need each other
Know
with the strahan gap
Frankie Sinatra the rat pack
They say you a bruiser im not steppin to u
And if you get mad ill just blame ka5h
Hail Mary 'give my
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
They say it's a man's world
Well, that cannot be denied
But what good's a man's world
Without a woman by his side
And so I will wait
Until that
words I can say,
Me I telephone, to each his own
To each his own
I'm not a prude by any means,
But nudity upon the screens has reached a point
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
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