Lyrics:
And when you do it to her, you all alone
Dude musta been a dusty thing if
You wanted nothing to do
When you got bust with your bust in your hand
White with
hands
Your waist
Shine bright
That's my fate
That's my fate yeah
Envision this
Limo tint
Back seat
Luxury
Black shades
Champagne
Real player
Real plays
My
you’re going to have a face to face with your karma/so
You can deal with
Your own bullshit by yourself/so why you keep on including everybody else in
just take me to my cell
And I'll stay out of
Your way after the captain's great words of
Discouragement, I was handed a towel, two
Sheets, a toothbrush,
keep going, mislaid
Cursed by choice, dead inside, blown by wind, everything vanished
Sell your soul, sell yourself, sell it all, all even your blood
an
Atomic bomb and killed people in
Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Have
They killed off millions of
Native Americans? How
Dare you put yourself in that position
been lyin' through your teeth
Sayin' things you don't believe
Wanna hear yourself speak
You don't keep it a milli, dawg
That ain't how you feelin', dawg
belong to you
Keep yo' hands off her
Told ya don't ya dare to touch her
Know she don't belong to you
She got some little bitty hands
An them great big
may become truly rich
And white clothes representing righteousness
To clothe yourself so that the shame of your nakedness will not be seen
And healing
People
Thank you
Thank you for your efforts
Remember to keep doing better
But, Renae, where do we go from here?
Why thank you for that very important
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Yo, first up, I stay updated
Stay in
yourself now not later
You're unique by yourself
Got your own damn flavor
You can only be your own savior
And if you focus on your self
Then you'll be
got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money
It's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep
leaves ye, keeps on nagging in yer head,
And so ye pray to God for orders, but ye'll worry till yer dead...
Until they bury your remains in
Fuck Poppa
You got to call me Francis MH white
Intake light tokes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, keep firing
Keep extra clips for extra shit
Bitch what you thought it was
Don’t talk, don’t breathe
When I walk by
Don’t fuck with me
I won’t say no names
But I’ll cross yours off
It’s
that you gotta love yourself.
Keep pressing on there is no one there to help.
It's a spiritual war, don't ignore your mental health.
Friends and money
the addy, read the message
Pack your bags and get to stepping
So slide by
Late at night time
Bring a night bag
And some white wine
So slide by
Late at night
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
Now if
It's to get the cheese
By any means
Listen to me
[Chorus]
Every thing's gonna be all right
So relax yourself, baby
Please cycle down
Relax
pebbles at your favorites necks
Makin it known that tryna state yourself as next has dire consequences
Flexing on the competition, steady skippin reps
Cause
Clandestine, we're just doing business as usual
To help keep yourself, your family, your friends, and your community safe
From prescription drug abuse you can
playing the role
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
Nail up your hands to fulfil our demands
Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed
of my hand
White lighters are heavier for some it depends
What's burning in there
It's heavy, it stinks
The weight of the hatred that sits on your skin
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