Lyrics:
me
But tonight Shady's rocka-by baby
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
You
you in my arms.
Always yearning for your divine embrace.
Enraptured so by your angelic charm.
I deeply long to hold you in my arms.
For my intent is not
on the missing pages from the bible
Cause what I say is final till my last dance like Michael
Hold the title with a rifle rap disciple I will snipe you
Me I like
It locked in the sock
I got that from Ken, all of my hoes
They spend
On me all at the mall, I'm bendin' Benzes
20 inch rims on my Enzos
Bitches is
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
slow and get your arm caught in that bar
My mind tricks is that I'm Jedi by birth
Christmas Eve is when my mama blessed earth
What's the universal tone
can't hold me!)
I can take you to the level if I let my phantom
Nigga bout to rule the world wit one anthem
Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom
hearts
We feel it in our souls
Oh in our souls
Youngest in my city
Get it poppin making hits now
From the city of the snakes
They don't want you to get out
DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos
Harlem World, stand up!
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate
When the haters
All them stripes I done earned
It's no wonder I bring thunder, had your mother buying urns
My older brother had felt smothered by the feds and had
in time...
They never were Your's to bare...
Just like they were never really Mine...
Oh...
All You realize, is all that is!
All You sacrifice, it's
For half my career I was part of that
My best friend got a burner, and it's lookin' like an artifact
Put it in your puffer or your Prada hat
Like
woah
in my space, and my time
where my mind won't respond
when my heart is in a rate of decline, from bein high
the flowerbed, my city is known
a million ways how the world ain't treatin' you right
And I will hold you in my arms tonight
Whatever is on your mind, it cannot be that bad
Just pass it
hail down
Fire rains screaming out in dire pain
Chase Freddy's ass down Michael Meyer's lane
The world is living shiesty and I
Don't know who to trust
this lyrical originator
My kids is so spoiled from keeping
Them in the illest flavors
I should keep 'em in the refrigerator
I got bitches'll bust at your
My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin
life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain't give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my
kickdown, got my own shit loud
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
To make things simple, my
and all that remains
Are our skulls and bones let's take it to the grave
And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms
I'll be buried here with you
like an oompa loompa
You ain't gotta screw up your face
In front of the kids
Won't you lighten up like Michael did?
I grew up with killas man
People who
"I am full blood boricua"
Reads the tattoo on his arm
He tells me, "Mami, I need ya"
And my heartbeat pumps so strong
Getting lost in el ritmo
He
"I am full blood boricua"
Reads the tattoo on his arm
He tells me, "Mami, I need ya"
And my heartbeat pumps so strong
Getting lost in el ritmo
He
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