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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 on the bridge
But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done
Yelawolf,
black homie say I told you thats phony
Man why you put your money in that stupid ish
But he couldn't quit
He just felt that it was too legit
Even heard my
the Fannin Street women gonna kill me
Well, you might as well let me go'
Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town
I went
Mama said, you should stay in a child’s place
Damn, I should’ve done what she told me
Sitting back reminiscing on a life I’m really missing
And if for
of the alphabet. The child in the middle, I ain’t even meet Malcolm yet. I'm Anthony Mackie on 8 Mile, I ain’t Falcon yet. My first job wasn’t McDonald’s with
of bad luck
The doctor bills come and the well has run dry
Seems like their grown kids don't care if they live or they die
And that's the way it was in
long to be out in the sun, with no work to be done.
Under that awning they call the sky,
Stretching and yawning, and let the world go drifting by
can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my
child from the south side
Growing up got hard for me when my mom died
So stealing things in the streets it kept my hands tied
Was tryna get my ears wet
the pace
Oh mother of a miner's child
Was away the coal dust from my face
When the night shift's done
She'll be waiting by the table when I come
Searchin'
out here takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram
Hashtag making bands, yes I am
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
radio stations say
They not going to play my music
Uh well I'm going to sell it on the streets
In the boot of my car man
A brother has got get to get
to the young maid he came gliding
Where she'd run to meet him, by the garden wall
Oh my sweet Miguel, I will never tell
No one will ever know, what I know too
days, no way
Back to walkin' to work on a cold day
Back to thinkin' my ex was my soulmate
Back to tellin' myself, "We'll be okay"
We'll be okay, was
stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
and support their discoveries
A mother always puts a kid first, like my mother has always done for me, luckily
Considering what some mothers be
Doing and in
straight bars
(free love, free love)
(free love, free love yeah)
Yeah, I'm back, sheesh
Look
Finally it feel like I done fell back in love
With my craft but
motherfuckers who are always so timid
This pack from Martin got my lungs fuckin' twitchin
I get bitches on the sneak, I'm Bill Clinton
I could rule the world, but
did, and I ain't no role model
Raising awareness for how the world is, and how easily these drugs are accessed
Even as a child
My drug dealer was
got to say, that shit be trivial
They just hear my love for you in they stereo
Yea I got jokes, that Jim Carey flow
Fire marshal Bill know he can't put
to argue, ended with a child
Before you I was wild but you done calm me down
I mean you really took me out my element
You a blessing in my life, girl you was
done me nothin'
Done me nothin' but good, nothin' but good, yeah
Well, I gave my heart to Jesus, and I took Him as my savior
Cast my lot with
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