Lyrics:
random amount you'll end up mad at me
I shift rapidly no need to ask me what I'm doing
By the time you find out my move one I'm twenty two-in
By the time
And the old geezers that wanna kill 'em
Satan is a lil' too much guap in the account
Satan is clout in the hands of a man with a big mouth
Satan is the boss
on my sleeve
Don't get me wrong I don't want perfect
Cos perfect don't live in the present
I don't really be asking for too much
Just some honesty be true
are
Its too much for her to handle
Put that pussy on a mantle
She tryna start a fuckin' scandal
Told this bitch to kick rocks
Treat her ass
My narrative, rose to explain this existence
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance
So much on my mind that it can't recline
Know my time coming and it will any day
Hunger pains on me that i feel by the day
Cause I rather have a mill than a meal on the plate
If I'm gon fill
know we dont get tired
Taking the game by storm so dont be surprised
Since day one I always been the same
And Lil Mike G is my motherfuckin name
With so
Periscope
You can do that shit, but not by me tho
Don't want no pics in the Rover
How many times, did I done told you?
Personally, that shit ain't too
wonder if you grieve
Oh, you never used to need much
And now you've got no need for me
But nothing's by design
And I will let it go in time
brain
Fuck all the fortune and fame
My pain is for you to blame
Time grabbed my hand for a dance
Bury me deep in the sands
Love got me stuck in a trance
ain't
With my brethren by my side
They always make sure that I'm straight
Like no squares are in my circle
Fuck that
Not my circle
We marinatin' lines
appreciations
Are to live by them as active verbs
Not just to utter words
John F. Kennedy
All the brave and the free
Hold hands and take a knee
For Lady Liberty
At least I copped the finer stuff
Unwillingly buying pied pipers for when my time is up
Retire with white lighters in my hand
There's no manual to check
But
shits as bad as it gets
My boy Josue boutta head home
This shits as bad as it gets
Put my hand up in her thigh
Up in her crevices
Girl you act drunk when
nails in coffins, Bitch it's hammer time
Oh Lord, This shit invoke so much emotion
With my blood sweat and tears, I could fill a ocean
Size tub, on Larry,
; time ain't free
Seize the day, say "Carpe Diem"
Too much free time on my hands now
Running in place, I'm stuck in my ways
On the inside, looking out now
your beer muscles
We're tusslin', the crowd's startin' to cheer us and
Adrenaline's rushin' through us just like a geyser gushin'
Too much Budweiser
Maybe bros are by my side
I‘ ll succeed in cash in my hand
Those leisure times I really wanna back miss in my mind
Maybe hiphop spirit till my die
Stack by any means net worth came from dope fiends
Recompress the raw found opiate in my urine screen
Biting the hand that feed you u niggas have no
heart, yuh, with my heart)
I'on care about your teeth, i just wanna see you smile again
I just wanna hold your hand once more, but you're too far away
They
of this blood around my shrine
Especially if you remember my sentiments about too much pride.
But u know the I'm, from a Time before Time.
Where No
By the fear of fear
Running through our minds
You can feel it every time
Someone tries to be unkind to you
Gonna put my life in
Gonna put my life in
on holdin' to the precious love he gives me
Uh my man, understands
He hold me in the palm of his hand
And I want to keep it like this all the time
Yeah I
on holdin' to the precious love he gives me
Uh my man, understands
He hold me in the palm of his hand
And I want to keep it like this all the time
Yeah I
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