Lyrics:
all by the dozen
Better start runnin' if it ain't no lovin for what
Gansta, we're straight thuggin', straight thuggin'
Straight thuggin', straight
it's really nothin' though
I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What's the deal?
I could bend the block and make it hotter
it real with yourself, before you end up by yourself
You could keep on feelin' yourself, I'ma be with somebody else
Better keep it real with
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
a soldier)
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
All I want to be is a soldier (I'm a soldier)
I'm
better, if we could fix it by changing the font
We're back on, attack on, don't think you can act nonchalant
So maybe wouldn't it be better, to know what
caught up in the confusion
Nothin' is makin' sense
For me and you
Maybe we can find a way
There's got be a solution
How to make a brighter day
What
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
too much for me to jam
People always told me
"Be careful of what you do
Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts"
(Hee hee) and mother always told
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
could peel your wrapper
I could be your fantasy
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
wrapper
I could be your fantasy
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Tell me what's your
get beat
Granted I might just be, the bandit that never sleep
The cameras flash on me, rip the bandage and what you'll see
That the man in mirror is me
Sun Tzu
The earth could never budge me, and the sea could never nudge me
The sky could never judge me, and the wind could never touch me
So what hope
to scream and shout it
Well maybe I don't wanna be told by you
I don't wanna be shown by you
Got to be sold
Better take, better take, better take it all
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
Yeah three in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby
Fuck y'all
The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well
scatter, they won't even gather our hair
That's an errand I'd be open to, declaring errors in their truth
Cause how's the God on Earth so scary hurt by what
what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
Tomorrow might be better I just hope for better weather
Tomorrow might be better I just hope for better weather
God damn
God damn
Tomorrow might be
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
care by that (Huh)
Now you done killed your whole camp by that
(I swear to God)
You lying you lie so fucking much
(Ha) , okay who could lie better than
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