Lyrics:
Reduced time for your sentence come with a plea
Livin' in the free world and I'm blessed
Paper chasin' is my quest, I grind with no rest
I deserve
even if you got one target
Ain't you better off with two darts?
In my world of rent, bills, skills, business
MESS AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST HOW REAL IT
it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a soul program
I'm a pump my fist
I'm
my number
If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a soul program
I'm a pump my
the weak
Lost mommy, poppy left home
I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit list in the back tellin' his selection
His date is probably
Probably my mommy,
I'll do it my way.....so pay
Set me free
Go pay my bills
Help me up
I'm down the hill
Set me free
Go pay my bills
No way out
All world is ill
Help me
my cloaking device must of went dead
(Why?)
Cause the old ass judge looked at me and said
This is our world, this is our world
This is our world, this
me dead in the face and said "stale."
Then my cloaking device must of went dead. why?
'Cause the old a** judge looked at me and said.
This is our
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
world
Money be the main
So the all-seeing-eye see it all in a day
& you can call me a lot
But can’t call me a slave
Yo but check my chains
All of them
Let me take you to that night where time stood still
I was on my way back home, plotting on a mill
Still we eating value meals
21 with nothin'
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
I'm broke as hell cant even pay my bills
Not backin' down, I'm gonna climb this hill
Prayin to God to show me the way
Countin' every step of every
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
to fit in
While I labeled their faces, turned them to my motivation
I brought home all the power from the world
Turned it into music then I sang it out
my mama was at home drinkin', thinkin' 'bout the bills
I was dreamin' 'bout the mills, runnin' 'round lookin' for thrills
I guess this is how it
ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
sure, there is
A direct, not inferred, reference in
Her lyrics to "salad tossing"
Which, to be clear
Is the act of being anally probed
By someone else's
wanna waste another day of life
I hope that in the end I will make it right
By my side is forever where I need you
You’re my light in the dark and I just
the bills so we enjoy life
Cause we only here once we don't get it twice
Why the world wanna bring me down and steal my smile
Try to lighten up my mood by
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
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