Lyrics:
season up in my eyes
Ain't content till my spot is solidified
And I'm off of the drugs like my dealer died
Im one of a kind, I can rhyme anytime
But it
the minimal (ha)
Everything about us still live by the principle (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
You say now you
the minimal (ha)
Everything about us still live by the principle (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
You say now you
your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
And just in case
been abducted by the block
But I had to escape
Imagine my fate
Traveling and stacking the cake
After my wake
Bust 25 for me
'Cause I'll ride for y'all
stealing what I'm in cause, homie this is my spot, my spot
Way up in the clouds like I'm on one (Way up, way up)
Way up in the clouds like I'm on (I'm
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
burnt out
You Lit a match
It Brought me back
Kept by my side
Love of my life
Always so patient
My safety blanket
Now I'll wait for you
Live your life all
up with the gang, it's a swish yeah
We can live it up cuz he hang by his wrist yeah
I feel like I'm sitting at the top
I don't care if you're ride
Fog
I'm blinded by the fog
I'm blinded by the fog
I'm blinded by the fog
Lost a lot of hope, don't know where to go
Live in a house it don't feel
An' no it's never gonna be the same
Dem blinded by the flashy lights (flash)
Wan some dear jeans wit some cash inna it
You see di old man talk seh
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
It's assassination day, I stalk
I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
spot of mine,
Her laughter shows that all I need
Is her by my side,
She’s my oh she’s my,
She is my candle in the dark,
She lights yes she lights,
She
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin' right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get
locs on hard hat goin' to war
Breakin' them off on sight, stoppin' lives like red lights
Watch 'em pause as I pull my strap, out my drawers
And get
They told me drop the book, and the pen and the mic fuck what you dislike
Whether I'm wrong I'm expressing myself with what feels right
Live by your
I wanna soar
They wanna fag me out
I wanna shine
They wanna dim my light
They said they would take my spot
They said they would block my way
They say
I mix my dark with the light I’m just trying to be mutual
I’m used to doing the things that you said that you’re used to
You want that old shot back
_(cropped).jpg/208px-Miley_Cyrus_Primavera19_-226_(48986293772)_(cropped).jpg "Miley Cyrus")
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