Lyrics:
I’m sensitive about my shit
Mind spirit body shit but still quick to pop the clip in
I’m more pretty than my bitch but best believe I'm still with it
the elements to provide for his own
Today, I feel his spirit in the overgrowth
Cars drive by, and boy, they go slow
Still, kicking up the dust and the rust
I've been on track forreal
Ask Auntie how she feel and she tell Me how the Pastor feel
Yea
That's bless homie
And the G on the chest not guess
snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
[Scarface]
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had the whole
Feel All...
Now isn't it obvious
I'm craving your touch
Dancing my way 'cross the floor to feed that insatiable rush
I put all the blame on you
Got me
Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch cases, come out frontin'
Smokin' something
Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin'
I laced it wit
intervention
Be careful what spirits you pray to
What spirits you pray to-o-o
Man, it feels great
To unload the weight
I just cannot for my rights
I have been
feelings down on paper put it in a rhyme
And it's crazy cause
It feels like I don't have regrets
Let my actions speak for themselves
I'm saying less
the food supplement tablets.
KWIRK
Mmmm...
CHAPLAN
Then, there is the problem of beaming down.
KWIRK
Huh?
CHAPLAN
The mystic men feel that it
this life like how I started it
Put ah catfish on catfish now I calling It sea life
Without you baby I belong to the Street life
I'm feel alone do you
rich when your spirit is poor,
Then I told her that I ain’t afraid of death I feel like I did it before,
I’m feelin bad,
Cus I been down,
And stuck in
side
Don't put away my pride
Got tears up in my eyes
Sister dont wanna see me cry
Feel like I got no one by my side
If it wasn't for brodie woulda died
up
Gangstas push up, put one up, and jump up
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ok, you know you're supposed to know
You know how we do it
You know how
Only 15 and I'm toting this 9
Speaking how you feel I think it's a crime
On the way to the top I'm ready to climb
I put in the work and I put in the time
and step
It feel better when you can do you
Cause you know you can go get it all by yourself
And that shit is a fact
I left from the crib and I ain't going
the city with my hand all over my dick
I been feeling myself
Let a pussy try me imma let him know what it is
Don't get to full o' yo self
Put a hole in 'im
By any means
No options
I gotta qb sneak it
They screamin' from the bleachers
My homies out here need me
We undefeated
We so untouchable
Feel like
now
Drinking beers smoking fags till the sundown
Living life is as easy as you make it
So by the end of this I want everybody say I
I feel alive
Yo I'm
like a mystery
And it all goes by on the lonesome trail to victory
I'm drawing in the blinds, I got my own four walls
And the show really starts once
I'm still me
I'm still me
I'm still polite
And kind
And friendly
When I'm high
Still getting by
Still keeping it all on the low
And nobody's asking
silver fish lay on its side
The doctor put us both to bed
He doesed us up and he shook his head
Only foolish people go
He said
Down by the river
dread.
Believe me I'm promise
That he's not your friend.
I feel sorry for you
But this is where it ends!
Wait,
I don't understand!
cnd you'll never
Damn
Damn I feel it again
Feeling chills going down my skin
Get to quivering like back then
Like a dove the spirit moving
Need the son cause he died
Well I was looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would
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