Lyrics:
shut up, do not talk to me
Got Sosmula in this bitch he speaking Guapanese
(Mula, mula, mula)
I was in the kitchen by the dishes I was tan baggin'
i saw blood then shit got realer,
015, 6 man up in dinger,
By 16 bro i saw me a spinner,
Redz backed beef that day in the park,
That’s my nigga
knife Another day, another strike
Feeling better by the second, take my future to a spay wife Let's get back into it, I've been writing non-stop
Just
button like reset
Walking by faith cuz He ain't done with me yet
I done been changed from the inside
Thank God for revival, I been died
I had to die to get
Baby, I just wanna show you things
Girl, I feel you're different
Baby, I could buy you wedding rings
Get a bag, I'll put this thing
Girl, you fine
16 years old I'm on my way to you
I bought the cigarettes you asked me to
And spring is in the air I'm running up the stairs
We got the house for
surrounded
By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow
Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival's window
Swindle vandals, selling handfuls
of this disease has been broken by me, die die die.
off a world tour like
I just ran for office
I'm on some Jedi Mind shit
This is brain slaughter insane author
Publishing and painting torture
Never be
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
by a dog a yellow school bus
Sweet 16
That concert you missed
Your best friend and your first kiss
Learning to fall
Wanting it all
Believing in
I went out the door this morning
Walked along the concrete cracked and aged by elements that don't discriminate and don't give warning
And I walked
V1 (16)
Oh yes…I'm that cat that your mama warned you about/
See I don't care if you're a ditz of if you're clever (No)/
I've got a penchant for
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made
others was blowing out 16 candles.
Happy birthday to you as I took plane rides to seattle.
See I was born on the coldest day of the year march 11th,
like lookin' at you (woo hoo)||Yeah, some things in this world might have passed me by|And I might have missed a chance or two|But you won't find any
And that I know for certain, won't let you pass this curtain
Drivin' by the ocean, don't know where I'm goin'
I spent my time just scopin', 'cause niggas
When I was 10 it was Ninja Turtles
At 16 it was my first car
By 22 it was bluegrass music
And Busch Light at my hometown bar
Guess you could say
the Arm
And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM
With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends
And I popped out the rifle and M-16
You
Loleck Wujkeck Wotyja what a name
After JPII the church is never gonna be the same
10-16-78 he was 58
The man is connected with the mother of Heaven's gate
Couldn't bullseye one womp rat
With my trusty T-16
This made me a little stressed
More than just a bit depressed
Drowned my tears at Anchorhead
There I met
(It's time ladies and gentleman)
(It's football time in Tennessee)
She said, "My daddy would kill me if I brought you home"
Tuggin' at this
is
Is you bloody dying
And if you bloody is
Go on and hit rewind
Room temp water over wine
The truth lit and don’t cost a dime
Barrel rolls preceded by
[mac]
Send this out to my nigga mike king and
All the 22nd gangsters in columbus ohio
From a o-g to a b-gee
Slow your roll niggas
Shell shocked
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