Lyrics:
The good lord will make a way and save the day
Ain’t nothing changed, maybe a change of pace
At which days go by, you think it ain’t so, fine
Ignore My two
Yo! Here’s some stuff I learned when I was old. Every rhyme you write has a soul
It has a life. You breathed in it! So don’t disease in it. More
He hangs his flyers on the wall, religiously, his efforts so small
It doesn't matter even though
Punk rock is his life he has got nothing to show
you lost
Your making the calls
Your in charge like the Ump
This game I ain't taking no pause, yeah
I see the struggles you face
I know that time has
I still feel the same
Ain’t a thing that has changed, yeah
I feel the same
Yeah, I still feel the same, babe
Last time I was over we talked all
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game
that Fed Up
I changed the damn game, so I deserve me a fair play
So put some respect on my damn name (fair)
Now Wendy Williams mad with me? But I
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
a nigga to even cock it, shit
And I done seen that mothafucka beat pain
At point blank range, 'cause he slept on the game
Ain't a damned thing changed
'Cause even thug niggas pray
Hopin' God hear me, I entered the game
Look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent, casualties of fame
Made a lot
mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
Tryin' to hold on to my little chunk but now but a punk
In the parkin' lot bumpin' his gums with his teeth in the trunk
again
Different era same old game
They changed it's name once or twice
Dressed if different, and upped the price
And if any question, all a lie
(tell
If this day, was your last, would it pass by or would you live fast?
What if you played the lotto, won some big cash?
Would you blow it all or would
changed my situation talking cash shit
Ain't nothing worse than a pretty broke bad bitch
I sell it all by the gram and smoke it by the ounce
And if she
probably measure it by the volts
You do a show and you act like a gag reflex
I'm watchin' you choke (Ha)
One thing I can't stand is someone who's doin'
out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (let's go)
This (yeah)
Is (uh, yeah)
The (uh,
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy, try to have their cake and eat it too (let's go)
This (yeah)
Is (uh, yeah)
The (uh,
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
changed
And I don't have time for the hustler's game'
You can't stop it, baby
The Batterram
The Batterram
You can't stop it, baby
The Batterram
Come on
Uh, I need some he'd
Say uh I need some he'd
Game over - We're taking over
I'm on the frontline - I'm a soldier
Your a liar - A vampire
Suicide attempts at age eleven and psychiatric facilities
Pharmaceutical remedies for my iniquities
On pills and cages, locked up like a rat
Punk rock,
I can't remember when I was young
When I was really happy in my life
I could never think about my future self
And no matter how my life has changed
I
holds you hostage so weak you can't put up a fight
Breaking you down piece by motherfucking piece
Shit has got to cease
War on you I declare war on you
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