Lyrics:
daddies will
Come on baby, drive me crazy--do it, do it
I'm a speed king you go to hear me sing
I'm a speed king see me fly
Saturday night and I
mouth if you're skeptical, not me, I'm going the extra mile
I'm at the farm, extra arm, ready to wet the cows, we could bet the house
We come to split
love you no more)
They don't love you no more, nah
Should be your favorite
Now you're just hatin'
Shit startin' to change, you
Want me to change, nah
to Tamir Rice you"
I guess the Devil's job is never done
Respect the value of my life too
For me change may never come
'Cause I can't change into a white
and hot
Who's gonna come,uh huh
It's gona make him hot to trot
Ha,ha,ha,ha,
hear his footsteps by the door
Ha,ha,ha,ha,
he's gettin' so close,
can't wait no
It's been so long, it's been so long, a little too long
A change has gotta come
So tired, so tired of standing by myself
And standing up alone
A change
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
eatin' by the fishes
I be really doin' this shit got me shootin' with percision
Like how Klay and Curry did it
And I hope I'm never missin'
Still will
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
Words and Music by Eric Grow
Vocals Michael Lusk
Recorded Nashville TN.
lyrics
It's been a long time since I heard your voice.
It's been even
the state hates on me
I’m tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I’m runnin’)
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals
so alive
Ending day on a high
Cuz it’s starting to turn
Now it’s starting toI don’t know what changed for me
(Change change change)
I just hope that
tellin’ me to cook
Thanks for my homie Eric for grindin’ wit me to keep the dream alive
[PRE CHORUS]
Tell me
Why I gotta lie?
Tell me
Why I gotta steal?
playin' with me though
'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3-4, that's the reaper playin' bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on the Peter Pan Prevost
pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
the cuffs
300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric
come…
V108 Woman 4
You can not block us!
(Beat Change) V109 Woman 3 Finkelstein
speaking freely, let me come cleanly, I’ve been carrying things round
is mine
But it's in my DNA
Here's some swagga to bite
Ain't no rush it will not fade
Come get you some poundcake
Only real shit's gonna last
All that
is a frame of
He comes, shake 'em, tell'em
"Be unafraid"
And now they say
"Here come, here come, here come"
You and me, never free
Attached by
Kinko, Kinko, the kid-loving clown
if the kids just love me back I'll never wear a frown
Kinko, Kinko, the kid loving clown
if the kids just love me
out
So don't deny what you're about (ha ha)
I know the truth and you know I do, I do, 'cause (ha ha) (I do)
I know you get lonely
Just like me
Silver check it
Silver
When a house i’m in silver teslet
A demanding job with vagabond a Farakhan
Fast as Amazon DotCom change by a corner
In Avalon
(come in, brrt-baow)
Money got me super trippin', bitch
Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that nigga, bitch
She ain't mine, she that
mammie wok Dat body
Come follow me
Come follow me
Use it lose it health is money moneee
Written by: Marlon Franklyn Davis
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