Lyrics:
to make it rotten
Well-planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggas that utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these
me up!
Ah hah well oh, BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY
(yeah, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, ah hah well oh (Uh, a-just use me up)
BA-BY, BA-BY, BA-BY (yeah, a-just use
Dear Lord, when it's all said and done
I pray I'm forgiven for my wrongs
And when they tell the story, it ends righteously
Uh, sorry your honor
God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Cory
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards
queens, can't seem to keep still
The tryhards dotn sleep well, they just toss and turn
And I'm not concerned about it, to tell you the truth
They get on my
child support
Women deception and they lies
I'd rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe
I have to go and serve state time
There's always
curse
Uncultured and dying of thirst
But the roof over my head said it could be worse
I didn't have to fight
Or climb out the dirt
I was just a child it
and violate by any means
Go and get the money whether it's dirty or clean
Playing with that syrup have you drifting with a lean
You see my team it all started
(run it)
Sunshine on me
Every time I leave the crib I got it on me (brrt)
Got it out the mud, I did it by my lonely (yeah)
Pop my shit, done bein'
Huh, yeah i was raised to be the GOAT
I'm the star child
Foreign shoes, foreign hoes
foreign cars now
Learned how to play my cards now
Bitch kept
open)
I seen hot heads turn cold feet
Caught my potna daddy scoring werk these some cold street (damn)
I done seen it all It ain’t too much I ain’t seen
the sound of the beast
Woop-woop, that's the sound of da police
Stuck in the wild, murder with a smile
The only child to make it up out the mud
(yeah)
My
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
a chance to hear my side of the story, we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
new-born child's completely nutty fu-fu lookin'
I'd shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin'
But why's everbody always pickin' on me?
and the nurses gone
Have I carved enough, my Lord?
Child, you are a bone
I ate and ate and ate
No, I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers
and the nurses gone
Have I carved enough, my Lord?
Child, you are a bone
I ate and ate and ate
No, I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
here so long and still enterin' the charts
My own peers don't even wanna tell me, "Well done"
Better wish me "Well done", cah pussy, I ain't well done
It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day
The day the fever got him, and took him far away
Far away from always knowing
He a yes man he got a battery in his back if they tell him go he gonna attack that's a fact
Since a child lil Jeff was acting wild started smoking
focused, girl, I'm well aware
Only ones surprised are the ones that were never there
Child of destiny, I'm seein' bills, bills everywhere
I just need
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