Lyrics:
And I'm waiting for the bus stop, then ride
Go back, ain't nobody so intrigued by the fact
That's what I do every time I come back
And you my niggas, I'm
and Gold
McCrea stood there and cried with
McCartney by his side
Their standing on the platform looking soar
You won't march where you want we
Won't listen
I see im stronger than even i realize
I did this myself
By myself and i felt pain from physical to heart break
U know that shit that
Make u think
time
So, just be ready by 5
How you feel?
How you feel?
When your hands behind the wheel
How you feel?
How you feel?
Now you going for the kill
How you
Doe
Guantanamo, John Doe
Every one of us is connected to a light
Though some have switched it off, and now are ruled by night
Thats where we could be
waste my time
Now i gotta pack that shit up this King been on his Grind
Hold the Line, smell my aroma go head and say the line
TimnaEat why are you
involved in crime,
From the age of 9,
Music got me kinda famous now they want a piece of pie,
Blood, I'm blowing up the scene but I dont know where my bed is
You know me and jer finna spit some straight fire
We go to the back didn't need a squad
We shot your son you better pray to god
Them bullets start
thinking he a gemini by the way he spoken
Huh yeah
Capricorn, huh yeah
Nigga been goated, huh yeah
Fuck are you talking? Huh yeah
Nigga been knowing, huh
it
I'm from the spots where they chain you down
In court for a minute
I mean, I speak for what I know, that the streets was feeling
I mean, I feel my
fake
Tell the jake-ass niggas
They be chilling in the mountains
Finna break back niggas know
Wonder how I come up with these great tracks
Nigga you
I keep it hot for you cats with my thermos flask raps
Bump bump part 2 and 3
Crack crack and smack smack
cll you whack twats
Splatta tracks are
on a mission
So more gun shots by some young niggas
And now the media consider y'all some dumb niggas
And where you at, I done came from that
So I know
Yeah son
I'm the true son
What you wanna do son
Yo this a story about me and my first love nah mean?
Yeah son hit it off
We hooked up
in ruins
Shredded in pieces
Scattered by the wind
cs I walk on,
Silhouette fulfilled by a face
Said you fell insecure right here son
Buckle your
the protocol son
I've been there we done that not keen to go back
I'm venting to You Father through my darkest track
Got me sitting by the ocean talking
We are no stranger to this love
You have saved
Bought with the blood of Your son
Now He's our brother
We stand in awe of our God, our Father
about the real facts
Nowadays if you got a problem just up that, no faking, no punch back, uh
Fuck you bitch, if you want a track meet,
lane up, we run
a week in LA to get smoked out in Hollywood
Damn
You only hope he rest in peace
That he somewhere in the heavenlys
Me? Frightened by uncertainty
Like,
right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone
And I can't lift you up 'cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire
That sacred night where we
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests
Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect?
Now a-days, even the babies got guns
Diaper snipers
got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn
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