Lyrics:
of lonliness
It's written by the poison pen
Voices break before they bend
The door is slammed
It's over, once again
But nobody's buying flowers from
fear the time, when my mind's confused by my example
A portrait of, to show you love
Greater hopes and promises for you
In these years gone past, I've
a portion of my thoughts And paint a portrait
Hoping I keep growin like some roses
Premiering live
I hope that you hear me now Now
Waiting for my time
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
Monopolize everything
Now you winning
Cash Rules everything
Around get the cream
Royal by birth shit it's in my genes
Can't hack this Broke bondage Kings
the black top
Corporate America the proud owners of my block
Portraits on the walls the proof of energy it don't stop
Thinking I should slang a rock and could
at the bigger picture, portrait, and I smile wide
Performed the song and the crowd cried
How can I lie? I'm tearin' up as I'm startin' to stare in y'all eyes
I
Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me,
I got the homies with me
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga
and golden
Spears and helmets glistening by the light of the distant sun
Five hundred purpled spearsmen, champion every one
What warrior now comes flashing
soon
Told him we should film it at my desk by the Mac too
Hundred likes on my page
I’mma drop it this Sat. dude
A remix, favorite rapper
A song, called
getting duffle bags in Thailand
My man
Got 200 if you split it thats a hundred grand
Got 200 if you split it thats a hundred grand
Got 200 if you split it
Nigga keep it 100
Ye ain't never been to jail
Ye ain't never paid your home boy bail
Nigga keep it 100 on that flexin and shit
Still tryna fuck yo
my bed
Hallelujah, now it ends and I can live again
Before I fade away
Live for another day
To see the sun rise in a new light
I'd do things a hundred
a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away
I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Alone
Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still
this the land of the free
From the bottom of the bottoms
There was nothing under me
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree
Won't be long till it passes by
Only one hundred miles wide
Won't be long till it passes by
Only one hundred miles wide
The midnight train is passing by
guilty. Now I am condemned to die.
Young men a warning by me take and lead not such a life as I.
So it's fare thee well to Waterford and the girls that I
Get out here, petrol is cheaper than it's ever been
And then, who's to say when all will end?
All I know is when the portrait painted, better have
gold with all my tracks
It's a case I beat on beats I gotta lock it in with Trav
Got Siroka in the cut you know my gang can never lack
Got a hundred
.. I hit the local shop to chop my top for the portraits... My shorty said its hot as this no socks in the forces...
No space for the forehand ..
broodies killas Got a hundred hittas right outside
Say the word and they ready to slide
Body count up in the city
Got the Opps trying to run and hide
got demons comin' for my head now
For any of these motherfuckin' brothers gon' play around
With the semi, I'ma pull up with hundred rounds choppas
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
Nigga still
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