Lyrics:
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When the reaper takes me, I'll say it's a blessing
You know I'm a stranger to any affection
All the shit I've done won't get me into heaven
the valley
Oh, you didn't have time to dress us up one
Down by the greenwood side, the greenwood side
And now we two in Heaven dwell
Where the angels
down by Shakespeare
I got a Big Mac inside of my backpack
I just never ate it because I wanna backtrack
To better times when I really knew that I had
past stress
We was just getting it
At times I think about em
like why he ain't just quit the shit
They played with his life it was an experiment
But
Ride around and we stack it back up
Niggas we litty we hot in our city
Tryna get milly like nigga meek milly
When we go to philly we turn up the city
I
loving you
Were blessed by the heavens up above were met to be in love
You'll always be brand new
I've heard it said there comes a time when all good
(Love remains)
Fire, dance with me
When it's time to scream and when it's time to dream
Higher, rise, my friend
Dance with me all the way,
sorry tomorrow
Marrow will fly by tomorrow
Yolo, I live by the motto
Outdo my grizzy Isn't easy
The odds are like winning the lotto
When we party
We bring
make us quit
But I never switched, I got one team
We ball out, it's time to ball now
I'm just livin' plans that I draw out
In my girl be trippin' like it
end
Won't nobody give you their time right
Outta sight outta mind right
Don't you worry no more
I know SZA wished for good days
Mac was good by
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
feel like I'm trapped in a prison slowly waiting
Hopin that we make front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know
front page of the paper
Extra extra, black brotha dead
Shot in the head by a cop named Fred
When you read the paper, you know it's a damn lie
Talk about
it in other news: Nas Escobar
Another crime lord, has passed away
Peacefully this evening, his
Legacy is survived by his
Daughter and two ex-wives
That
caught up in everything, putting it all on the line
But does this life hold as much value as the job and the dimes?
But it's about the music, they say time
you could leave
And fly up to heaven with those big wings
I'm worried one day you might face your fears
Right here
Cuz I was right there when you said
I
time for the real gees
That stood by me when my faith was down and I was on the verge of losing it
Losing it, now we cruising it
No abusing it
lives?
Time and time and time again
Will they tell your story in the end?
(Who lives who dies who tells your story?)
Frozen in time, I can't let it
just laid pipe in his daughter
Play it by the book
Bitch I am the author
Got so much drip I be drowning in water
Like how I do it
She say that I
The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted.
I'm out here, half the time I don't sleep.
How Imma sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef.
a pool with all these Tears yeah
I been supposed to heal it's been Two years yeah
It's like every time I'm up I go Downhill yeah
I can barely give a fuck
time I feel free is when I get Stoned
Only time I feel free is when I get Stoned
I just wanna get by
I just wanna take my time
Get high get high
I just
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Aw yeah, we 'bout to fuck 'em up
Nigga, right now
I ain't miss shit when I lost you
Know it cost a grip for
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