Lyrics:
of our people
Believe in something higher
See no evil
Look me in the face. Am I scared?
My dad told me when I was young to not fear
Cause only fear can
there was
Also a touching letter from Anna it made me
Happier than playing in front of thousands
Of people each night, rock-god
Idolization from fans
I won the lotto I was rock bottom
Passed rock bottom I was on a cliche ting
Dance with the devil, Neville long bottom
Eyes like leaves in autumn
gettin' fit
And I got a sixty on my right wrist
I'm moving fast like lightning
These other rappers tryna bite me
Your baby mama want to bite me
I swear
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Mami sit down
Listen check me out (Ugh)
Who this dude stepped in a room custom suit
Alligator shoes rock a Millie Plain Jaine
Young nigga making boss
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
will smith but I'm laughing like Chris rock
Tried to say I wouldn't make it
I'm like ooo don't piss me off
You been rapping for some years
But you still
on the recording stuff
You know as e dey be na
And I'm out of this bull shit (Y.C.B ah ah)
But let me talk to him (Young Chris Brown was sup)
Ahn ahn let me talk
Everybody tryna scheme
We hit bottom know we running
We gon' stick him out his green
They conniving and profiling
Stay concealed by any means
Gotta watch who
Young nothing can hold me
Man was I dead wrong
Man so dead wrong
Nailed me under the jail
Weather the storm
Was a hella storm
Got that music for the soul
SING)
Grey-bearded baby, cross dressing eye-tossing Coyote
Seeing opportunities in accidents
Named by rock and roll, maimed by rock and roll
be deep in my feelings, I be stressin' like I'm 40
Took a lot to realize, lil' baby wasn't for me
When you trapped inside love, you get Blinded by
Yeah
See I've been livin' like the mothafuckin' Baby, you know, huh
Real niggas will recognize this one
Woo
First you get the money, then
hit by hit and blow by blow
b-b-b-b-b-baby, you come knockin' on my door
b-b-b-b-b-baby, you just gotta have some more
sex, drugs, rock'n'roll
name
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
Yeah
Young nigga I had came from the bottom of the barrel
Get my people out the hood make sure that they're taken care of
I ain't never ever doing
about your family
Don't forget why niggas workin you ain't perfect like your daddy
I be clocked in at two spots, slap the bread like Chris Rock
Bae don't
you funny Chris Rock
You funny Chris Rock
You spinning the block yeah
You spinning the block, yeah
It’s lonely in summer, rolling like Tina Turner
You
to the mac
Then I went and copped a bat
'Member started with the 'lac
Back then remember that?
We was getting chased by the rock
He caught his own? down
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