Lyrics:
would i waste it Dreams cant give it up nah i gotta still chase it For my kids for the team a nigga just tryna make it
And if this shit dont work out we
with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no
Most of you people are ready to Weap like me
Lie to my face i see it too
Its no joke when i say
Imma run around and
Hurt a few
Imma get up and
I aint
been waitin' has taken the lead
I see him every day in the office, he's sexy and he's smooth
He's good to look me over, but slow to make his move
inside)
When you hide remains, what remains?
Just a remnant of a soul inside a shell
I can tell by destroying them
But this time, there's no gore
things go down lovely
Monkey got a tape want's me to make a copy for is trolley
It's hard work listening to him sing with such melancholy
Left go right
so stupid, boy don't be so daft,
You're not even right by half.
And although you say your songs are fundamentally air,
there's also thousands
hoop play
Extra whitening the way we shining like toothpaste
Keep it flying don't need no guidance suitcase
Can't deny it we vibin' you be like touché (
can't hide
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
I think of a story my father told me about
that's life so enough about him
Same old shite with the tubes on a strike,
And I cant pedal in cos they teefed my bike
Again, suppose I got myself to blame
brave, just stay all quite and calm
Just one mistake this clip make the light into dark
As u die in the arms, of a complete stranger
I aint fuckin leaving
insane
देवी gonna make me devil, pure evil
By killing my soul n spilling black soul
पंखे से रस्सी नहीं, बाँधु काली चैन,
छीन गया सुख चैन, लगे नौटंकी पर
even age
I been going through so much shit jus aint the same
I told my brother hold the strap incase they take me way
I been riding by myself since they
The window is open, so's that door
I didn't know they did that anymore
And there's two nice ladies helping me get dressed
Thank you
Thanks!
Bait, BBQ, Barber Shop, Laundromat
She wears a nothin' to hide sun dress that'll make you melt
Makes a country boy think she got eyes for nobody else
You and Barkim, make it pop
Them niggas is from the golden era, lemonade leathers
Who don't give a fuck, if they die, they more high
They soldiers in
he gon' be home
And he gon' be up with me
We gon' be living this life
I'm flying a plane, I'm high by the class
Sometimes I be feeling like Kai
I feel
we don't leave a trace
Bodies quick to get deposed
Souls gone to waste
Niggas trynna draw down on me
But i cant get erased
Please don't ask why my
Making money full insane
Noone knows why it's like
Hundreds of millions for one just guy
You don't need much to make a team
Just a few players, so eazz
of m’s
Flossing a couple of gems, flex like I work at a gym they be like that’s him
Invest then I stack it again, repeat then I stack it again
Again
dress in back
She kept her tears and whispers
Wishing me good luck
My father has turned his face
Turned by toil and sun
To the son who denies him
with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no
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