Lyrics:
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
triple A passes
I'm sitting with the stars
Listen up, I ain't normal, I'm sicker than my bars
Driven myself crazy, I've been in every condo
I like
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
the way you got me running back to you
Too many left for dead
By your hand painted red
I heard what you'd done said but still I'd die for you
Okay
Let me
its al in focus
Some people they chase money
Some people they chase stars
Some people live their lives
And never know who they are
Picture me rolling in
rap race
This is the place where stars are born
I'm'a stay repin my hood until I'm'a dead and gone
Cuts by Pete Rock
[Poet]
You still walkin
be any virtue
If there be any praise
Think on these things
For he is not a God of the dead
But of the living: for all live unto him
From now on I
Man I live by faith not feelings
Man I said faith not feelings
Enemy plotting and scheming
But I'm living by faith not feelings
Man I said faith not
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
Nothing else from this world I seek
No one else by my side I need
For in you I found everything
That makes life worth living
All those times when my lips
Soon as your born then you're dead
Death is a subject that's in your head
Spend your life trying to find
A way to live forever, you'll be dead
You
is all I have
She grabbed me by my hand
Where are we going to land?
I'm reaching for the stars
They let me know who you are
Hundred miles from earth
rites for human-kind.
From their ashes, a cimmerian nebulae rose
and engulfed the goat-forsaken fields
of the devil's dead earth.
a shroud woven by
Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, soo woo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half
street mentality?
That would be me!
Who let you live cus you comedy?
That would be me!
Who bring that rock star energy?
That would be me!
Start drama
Look at you, a star
And you, a wife
And isn't life a splendid thing?
And here we are
To see the sights
And sing
To sing?
And of course,
on eight xans
Shawty I'm a punk star
I know you don't believe me
Probably dead by twenty three but that's just how it has to be
on beast mode
My niggas winning
Some blue doc and some weed smoke
My niggas winning
We still live by the G code niggas winning
My niggas winning my niggas
Warmer waters and some me time
It could all just burn away
Give me color gimme grey
Live it all love in the meantime
By the seaside
Since I left the east
If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle
to my Cuzo seid
He long gone, but ain't never dead
By God's will, he took seid
By God's will, he blessed seid
I know it hurt, but it's okay to cry
It's
afraid yet.
I see patterns of light in the dark.
When the red opens up, there's a star.
In the sensory cave that you made I lie awake.
I'm still awake.
Out guilty verdicts in blood
These words that I live by
One day I might die by make my mom cry
Will this shit get worse for me
The CIA murder me
For
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