Lyrics:
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
can't spoil, boy
Yeah, yeah that's that saved by grace stuff
If I was trying to earn my way, I'd be in hell by paycut
Christ righteousness supplies,
down but you still don't know
How you just keep messing up, the cup is full but you still pour
Yeah you don messed up, messed up, messed up
Like brodie
Curves Ahead
There should be a road sign
Everyday you tryna hit my phone line
Even though this pussy is a gold mine
Boy I still won't pay you no mind
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who
be fiction
Little pussy hid by his missus
So it was bxtches hiding behind Bxtches
Cuz fxck that they ain't real
Little pussy boy at court in his
ready to rumble
Still out doing these 10 shots, Kelly wants 10, that's 5 on 5
Used to sit, watch time go by, spent most of my days in YOI's
Put too
It's been so long since you dropped by the store
You're still as pretty as you were before
You've still got personality and poise
You were always
shocking volts, he doesn`t know what he`s talkin about
He's kickin a bunch of crap so I`ll be the judge of that
The boy lacks artistry but still he tries
Yeah I Sit right by
Them candle lights
I Found them signs
Don't stop just grind
I just had a crazy night
I just had a crazy night
Seen that boy jump in
talk to me
Ain't entertained by these bitches please get these hoes off of me
They all the same let them know that they can't get what they want from me
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
this heat
(You won't do nothing)
I'm right here by the bar, my mans all know who you are
I know you think that you're hard but
(You won't do nothing)
yeah, serving the bundles (abundance)
Lawyers and opps, yeah, judged by twelve and six feet under (Coke Boy, baby)
One time for Chinx, one time for Max,
from that 1300 block, I'm still the same nigga
They know how I bleed, swear this shit up in my veins, nigga
I looked my brother in his eyes, I seen
your arms
Told me not to die, never forget how that felt
How it felt by your side, when I turned 25
You was with me
That meant everything to me
Now you
lazy (Yeaaaa!)
I'm still pumping like I used to (Used to!)
We hit that two step, then the avenue (Gahhhhh!)
King Skie really gah dam wavy (Yeaaaa!)
Get
[Intro: Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what
cared about
The dilly shit
Fronting for the show
Will get big daddy hit
With the 50 clip (Bow)
To all my dogs that never made it
We're still her till
Molly (hah)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By example, I lead (by example, I
Ummm
This is the last joint
I hope you all enjoyed yourselves
New destination for jotting these sacred scriptures
Tormented by the ways that I was
on your future when
Adolescent hope dangles by a string
Pathetic boy in the mirror still lives on and he
Has big, sad eyes that paralyze me
In disbelief
in the gap
Analyze see it like that, felt you love be it like that
Still, I'm realer than the illest on wax
Rockin brims that hang low, frames
soon tell Yo mama that I love her
I'm gone be back soon I put my back up on my shoulders you don't even see me Rapping my book never closed up
I'm still
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