Lyrics:
to long
I dont need friends dont need this woman up in my DMs
I need to know the answers and all the reasons before i vanish around 11pm
It wont be long
the glory now
Mr lagbaja on the run, wahala start you don dey bob
So many secrets in this world, many sacrifices to the top (huh-uh)
Only Jah can bless
of this bed I made so I lay
'Bout this bread, I don't play
Goin' through hell, tryna make it
Not even heaven could stand in my way
Niggas talkin'
your rears to this Ghetto booty shaking
Taking it all and yo raking the dough in ho
And me and my boys in 22 you just don't know we be pimping in
ain’t really tryna waste time
And it’s Swave this Swave that
Success will be my payback
One day we’ll hit the maybach
She in the passy giving brain akh
trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask
heart in a box and I'm locking it
At the bottom to long there's no stopping this
Put a check by the goal and I'm boxing it
So many losses got to retain
on national defense but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all
’re on the mend’
A single lamp hums in the dark
Have we really made it to the end?
We go through this everyday
I should know by now there’s no escape
Still I cling
working hard until a ninja see his end
don't need no friends ain't shit gang
you cant get in
We still gone pop for Skizz forever a hooligan
Til i see my
rising
We all smile
We all sing
Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by and I'm older
Memories smolder,
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy)
Since I'm still keeping this hobby with my J-O-B
Got chores for me to check off, take care of the pet dog
Now we added a kitten for another chore to fit
intertwine like French braids
And I can't fight the feeling like one way
When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it,
no conclusion to where Poppa lay
Without a pastors prayers no greener pastures there
Lost in this unfamiliar world without family
Cause she don't wanna
running I'm running I'm running
It takes some time It's like a dream come true I'm in heaven again
We're right here jumping with you
Once again again, once
bredda come along, let's ride
Life's shorter when you don't take time
Someday we're gonna find out our own way
But now we're still stuck in the middle
We
on this planet does
I'm just sayin that even though we lookin for panties
We still want a girl at home who can fix up a good ol' sandwhich
Cause all I
racks & prove to those who hate on me
I could've brought you up with me
Still not healed still I pray
I see your face like everyday
Pain in heart I'm by
amsterdam
8pm in England
i can't get u out my head
these days go by like domino's
it's funny how they come and go
the seasons change but i still feel
8pm in England
i can't get u out my head
these days go by like dominoes
it's funny how they come and go
the seasons change but i still feel the same
Whenever we play (we play)
The revolution now in your ear
Haile Selassie lungs, Bob Marley bong
Marcus Garvey hardy get my black party on
Malcolm X tech, by
sometimes if y'all still listening
Y'all still dey reason me
Y'all still in love with me cos
Fellas hit me up talking bout bro you no dey rap enough
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