Lyrics:
outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by alarms
When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by
or different route
Exit up there in the north, while I'm down here in the south
I just don't why I'm here, don't know what it's all about
You can tie me down,
they said so, but they love me in the studio
My life
This is my life, this is my life
Just what I was feeling at the time of my plight
This is my life,
changes in reference to what she said
I think I start to getting tired, my schedule's a mess
Replies are gettin' lazy and my lady knows it's crazy
But
An incredible thing happens
When you're born with very little
You know, I was born in the Soviet Union
We come to America I live in
A studio apartment in Queens
ask me how it happened, lost for words I can't explain
In my city it ain't no love, most their Hearts is filled hate
All I do is keep is real, the truth
SouthWest GA warriors
To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need
To succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road
We gon' explode, now are you ready
Saw the most faithful tend to the stab wound 1st
1st 1st 1st
I never put it past em cause these scars still hurts
Hurts hurts hurts
What if they
stay on your own block
Nothing you want gone come to you
Most people in life won't fuck with you
And like it or not you're stuck with you
No matter what
Raising up
My daughter by myself
Coming from the bottom
Now we up
Used to hit the switch
And pop the trunk
Lost loved ones
And it hurt
Had to go
And get it
Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked ***
Then they fall in love and get hurt by ***
Nine months later, cuzz got mirked ***
See I'm
but the color of my pigment
I live to be alive and not to die beneath the surface of hell
I wanna live
But not in jail
I wanna be what I desire
Got
Thank you for the applause, thank you
Just don't spill your drinks
Poetry, beauty, romance, love
These are what we stay alive for
May your poetry live
relentless
I'm so damn impressive
It honestly hurts
Lethal injection
To these little peasants
I'm gon' let em burn
Honestly think that a demon got in me so
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
parties, everyone ends up dead
I mean, how can we know what love is worth
When we live in a world that is practically fueled by hurt -- and Ramen
Okay, I
us
We live by our tech, also by our hearts
Maybe that saves us, maybe that hurts us
So we should reflect, consider our arts
Maybe that frees us, maybe
the sky
Hop in the studio, set it on fire
Takin' the words and I open your mind
Most of these niggas they tellin' you lies
Before he knew it I saw his
played many games, hurt by many girls
Been all around, lookin' for love but no one to trust
I been locked down with the big boys, see I changed now
Sremm Led Studio E fifteen
Yeah, Cash on this one
They don't constantly nicely
What you got, one zero-zero
They don't constantly nicely (one
Sremm Led Studio E fifteen
Yeah, Cash on this one
They don't constantly nicely
What you got, one zero-zero
They don't constantly nicely (One
where the money went
Plus seeing the f-t a-s c-er that's running it
That's you, Shaun King! He will burn in hell
Using lost lives, a way to gain gains for
mind is designed to identify what I want most so it can be kept from me
You know what I mean, like why must have faith that forces me to live life
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