Lyrics:
and dead
I keep a picture of you
I couldn't tell you the year
Sneaking some cake in your cheeks
The stillness brings me to tears
What hands have cradled
the ground
I never chased the crowds
But now I'm chased around
If you were cornered by your Problems
Would you face em how
Think you a man wit that gun
Would
you know that I just had to tell you thank you baby
And you can tell by the way I'm behaving something in me is changing
Trying to be a better man for
boys, just think
Before you do what you're about to do, don't go down that path
Come morning she'll get the news and your Mum's world will fall apart
If I
of prison
Listen, you younger niggaz, you got to have vision
If you see it you can read it, Jesus died for the vision
But the vision is to walk with swag,
the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonderin' where is God in your nightlife
do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that
rotten milk cartons
If you want to stay, you can keep your belongings
But if you want saving, I'll put on a smile, Silk Sonic
That's a fragment of what it
always bless me with your favor
There ain't nothing you won't do for me
As long as you're by my side
I won't worry, I won't fear nor doubt
And no matter
man, that's my fuckin' cousin
Lately, I've been askin' what the fuck love is
Baby, if you're ready, you know we can make it happen
If you tell me
await to know more about her
But I gotta honour her if my home isn't with her
Jesus I'm confused if its you that's loving her
Cause the way that I love
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
tell just by the way you speak to me
That your to be the one that changed my world
Id never thought there'd be a day
Where I would find a brother
the motherfuckin' house!
Fresh Kid Ice in the motherfuckin', house,
Ak!, Clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya like!
[Clayvosie]
'Vosie gettin'
And the purpose of life can be defined by scientific outcomes
So tell me what theory can you cast your care on?
And what quadratic equation can get your son off
can't even spy the land
What good are you anyway, if you can't stand up to some old businessman?
Wedding bells ringin', the choir is beginning to sing
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
beef’
What the fuck we bout to do with all these mothafuckin guns
Ammunition by the ton
Pointed right at Gods son
Even modern day Jesus prolly packing him
repent and you are not
For he knows when you lie
Jesus said do not let your hearts be troubled you believe in God
Believe also in me my fathers house has
your heart
I know I'm still there
I don't wanna hear, that you no longer care
remember the times, remember when we kissed
I didn't think you would do me
just like Outkast, born in the trap
So what's going on with you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your swagger no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't
better
In what way
In what world are you living in that makes this okay
In what universe would you say that by cutting me off and taking "me" time
That all
the equivalent, go back for the math if you feeling it
Rappers wrapped on the outside of your house in a box
In five minutes with minute ship, yo, tell me something
fool by that
Maybe it's your time to be that, and get revenge
No one wants to fix you, why is happiness with em?
But I won't do what I don't want
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