Lyrics:
paved the way by His grace
I believe you prayed for days for me to cave
And after a crazy phase I escaped
But how all that happened, Mother, is a story
from the mud
That a flower would grow
I’m planting these seeds in the hood
Water that tree that flower right there is Dro
My n**** stuck in the same
Well, you can tell by the ring in my back pocket
I'm a can a day, and I been that way
Since grandpa and my first chaw
Fishing off the bank
some Bloods over there
To pop and bang
Yeah I'm talkin' HardenIt'll be more red
In Jersey than a Rocket's g you so trash
The way you rap now is old Cass'
them out the way
No broom i sweep
Im trying to see who that is
Over there across the room
Looking on fleak
Heard a whisper in my ear
Saying that i made
inside the garden of Eden
Standing there with my hard on bleedin'
There's a devil in my dick and some demons in my semen
Good God no that would be
inside the garden of Eden
Standing there with my hard on bleedin'
There's a devil in my dick and some demons in my semen
Good God no that would be
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
skin
Is there a chance
You'll ever change
It's always the same
You're always to blame
Is there any way around this
I can't see
You walked out
it's Oak i hold my load down all
The way like the brown
World wide mob figure on a ride
Me and my niggas clown
" What happens if the manager
Won't give
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
Hey there
In the crowded square
A thousand other people there
Bouncing off of everyone in the way
Slow down
Take a look around
See and hear
as gravity
life is all funny till you peep that tragedy
we all color poetry
heavy as an oak tree
by the base of the Mississippi
by the base
the shadow of your family tree
Your haunted heart and me
Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
And in the shadow of the gallows of your family
THE OLD TRAIL
WRITERS CHARLES JOHN QUARTO, STEVE GILLETTE
There's a new ridge road that cuts the mountain to the bone. Slices through the woods
TV
My kids work, they don't eat for free
When I hear a joke I slap my knee
When I smoke it's always by a tree
My name is Farmer Brown
I'm from a small
to the pond
Kissed my sweetheart by the chinaball tree
Everything I done is between God and me
Only he will judge how my time was spent
29 days of sinning
and spark up the tree
They closing they eyes when they breathe
Look in the smoke and you'll see
Hopes and dreams
Flashing by me like a drive by I gotta know
deserve a gun and a knife
At night we drive slow just to get shot by mice (Ahh shit)
What do I know of a heavy order
Town raised brown proud skin
Who's
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
closer, Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep
over, across your sofa
Come on, is it ok if I come over, come on
That way I can get to know ya, come on
Let me get a little closer, come on
Do you all
closer, Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of n*****
Better bang in the back of the jeep
you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep and put
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