Lyrics:
man
Ain't no pale skinned blonde haired Middle Easterns the renaissance was geekin
Cleopatra ain't really African she a Greek bitch
Mansa Munsa had more
No not swamp thing
More like gators in this bitch
Candy paint dodging lames
Love cK's
Born in the belly of the beast,
That's manhattan
The flyest
Hook
Nigga,I Grind...
And I Hustle...
I'm just up on my Business Now
Don't want No Trouble...
If you Got Some Trouble
Then I got more Trouble..
I
sight
Trouble don't you come to me tonight
Keep on goin' keep moving on
Keep my nose pressed to the grind. Got no more use for cryin'
So get gone, keep
Smith against the warriors
I get more likes on my pictures than views for my video
And I be spitting if I'm whack, I get it
I ain't tripping
But I gotta
Ain't no telling yeah
Pull up with a Smith and Wesson, yeah
In my section, yeah
Buddhist yeah, ima blessing yeah
Ain't no telling
Ain't no telling
When you have troubles don't cry
Just remember that God is standing by
Thank you, Lord
When you have heartaches
Don't cry, no, no, no, no, no
Don't
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
No more (No more)
If you see me today you for know Say I dey on my level
So you can do me a favor
By doing me favor
Changing levels
Dem man a hating
I stuck by the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, my love I
And any nigga that's lookin' for trouble
Gotsta face these silver double four's
That I be packin' on my hip hollow tips inside the clip
Ready to rip
at all, Mister lager
On that note, perhaps you'll hear my plea
I decree
That I don't look for trouble, it always finds me
Anywhere, anyplace I go. Woah
No
Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest
I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but
old love
Yeah I've always some trouble moving on and again
Cause I don't wanna be less than more than friends
No I don't
I don't wanna be less than more
could have loved you more than me
And if I was them, I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest
but the result instead
And when we're given grace by Him
We should want to obey
It's not a license to sin
Me don't want fi sin no more
Me don't want
And doing right to keep themselves up out of trouble
Keep'n it real
Although sometimes I know it seems impossible
There ain't no need in drowning in your
to say but)
(Baby baby, bye bye)
I'll do my best to, get by
I'll do my best to, get by
I'll love you'til I die
Here all left along
'Cause just no more
Everyone in Nacodoches
Knew Tom Ames would come to a bad end
'Cause the sheriff caught him
Stealin' chickens and such by the time he was ten
Oh, I think I'm in trouble
I start to see double
And nothing can make me understand
Oh no, I think I'm in trouble
I hear my babble
And nothing can
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
pimples
I got a big smile without dimples
About to turn up
Where are the party people
I've been counting my blessings one by one
And I'm receiving more
receiving more blessings one by one
God knows it's been a struggle for me
Struggling with issues no body can see
No body will know these addictions
The Hank Chinaski Show
All my Baudelairing days
They've all got to go
I wont get well no more
I guess I've had my fun
Stick a fork in me baby
I'm Done
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