Lyrics:
Supposed to be going up high in the sky this era a nigga gon scoop
It ain't easy to get this Good ima show you the proof
Focus up to get this smooth, ye
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
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Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Jennifer Lynn Kennard, Oscar Charles
I'm cruising
ct a real good pace
Everything
Is falling into place
I got by
Temperature 107 had me shaking in my bed
If it wasn't for my wife I'd probably be dead
Gave me vitamins and meds laying by me scared
I was fading out can't even
I was kicked out on probation
2015 I was kicked back out on probation
2016 on house arrest but still graduated
One month later I was back in front
this dreadful night.
USHER Yes I shall play,
yes, I shall play!
(The Haunted In the greenest of our valleys
Palace) by good angels tenanted
fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty
Get that guap, get that money
Meathead, street cred
Weed edge, Greedhead
Young Charles
a tracker mortgage is
And is hoping it's not too late
My Ireland sees goodness
In the kindness of its people everyday
Which bonds us just enough to get by
My
a shed
Now I got bars that go over you heads
I was born and raised in The Midlands
Since then I roamed to next kingdoms
I'm sick can tell by my symptoms
n****'s stomping in my chucks
See I make it rain, dear, cause I'm all by my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her c***
And I put her in her
time to show out
(Flashing) Got gold in my whole mouth
Top row, cost more than your whole house
It's the high life, in them bright lights
With all stars
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
SAID HEY
She's perfect!
I can see it now: we'll live together in a house surrounded by a giant forest
And no one will ever bother us again
I can write
cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic
In every world
by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time
dead affair
There is something in my house, my house
But you're not there
I, I, I, I, I, I, I am being haunted
And I am here all by myself
bigger dreams
I copped a house out in the hills just to switch scenes
And now they back home saying "How could Vic leave?"
I got Chicago on my mind like
Ain't got no rocks in my bed, but I just can't lay down there no more.
I got rocks in my bed, but I just can't lay down there no more.
Every time I
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
every time.
Lately it seems things vanish by degrees. How soon we forget we made our tree houses out of trees. When we going to realize some reasons just
from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in only
dead right
You better exercise more caution next time
Or you'll end up in
Tomorrow morning's headlines
Obituary, nothing more than "born
And then died"
in her bedroom
Every time when my friends com to the house
Well we on our way to the old folk home
Yes
That no good son of said did you say you are
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