Lyrics:
A dollar to a million thats a earning to me
They never tell the truth thats concerning to me
Main chick turn hoe day one turn foe
I aint worried bout
Hey
Hey, what's up?
Miss you
Yeah, listen
Baby, I know we said it's best we don't talk no more
But I got to get it off my chest, 'bout all
to be named by You
I just want my privacy, please
Uh, you created the story of My Life
And Mine is a public life
So No
Baal, put the tape on him again
chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old
Stanaman, he's told me a couple stories about you
I'm not gonna lie, I'm getting mad right now
What's he talking about?
Like banging in cells
Two meetings next tuesday
Im too innovative
Two policemen shooting my people they aiming
Want us pushing tulips
Or pushing up daisies
Got no leverage
the fuck you think I got this dope
Misery loves company
No i don't
I enjoy the oceans with the fam on a boat
V2
I fought battles you would never
Yo, story, telling Aye, let me tell a story about this girl from
the A Self made chick, she would never let me pay
A chef in the bed, she would carve
we are telling the truth
Jacob said, No, but you have contrived a story
So quiet patience is most fitting for me
Maybe Allah will bring them all back
sixteenth minute
We are not side by side, ain't no split-screen image
I'ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket
I'm just bathing in success, yeah I
Yeah I guess its better I hit you with the truth and the lie
So you could choose the right one from my story
Yeahhhh
Huhhhhh
My story my story
[Kyleon]
I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox
Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks
Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks
No
Let me tell you a little about myself,
I go by the name of Ellsworth Jonson, and I represent C&P entertainment
This is my story.. check it
1st
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
ears
So you can’t believe everything you hear
Don’t place tricks by my heart so they never get near
Mixup chicks played a part in the lyrics that you
fire starter yeah thats pure facts
Shall I kill tracks, go and chase racks
Hit the block with contraband and get off young packs
Pimp me two rats get me
At a time when women had no rights,
V4 Woman 3
they paved the way for woman to band together and fight.
It would take a while…
1/2 Group / #1 & #2
Black chick white guy, does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know but yo, it never fazed me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that and what
the streets or in the store
Know a couple dollars won't get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story
Could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot
I could get
by his disguise
Horror
Horror story
Other side he is the truth took our Place without excuse
Horror
Horror story
Between the two you have choose it's
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
ain't even have no blunt I brought the bong in here
Bring yo chick so we could make a song in there
Ima beer buyer niggas drinking fake lean
Woulda let
chicks big butt huge tits
Two cups few sips you lit two hits
I'm on my shit I'm on my shit
New whip new kicks new phone who dis
Blue chips two chicks big
at
Gambling meet me by the table starting at 3 stacks
Every story told is straight facts
Everything I smoke high grade and straight 'gnac
You get your truth
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