Lyrics:
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I got that sauce and I put in the air
I fucked yo bitch
And I don't even care
I got these hoes
When I walk
to take
Will ya walk or stay down in the ground
If ya fall on ya place
I say bounce up cause we all bound to be great
There's a hope every mornin' so no
it up
He downbad so go pick yo brother up
Who a hoe? I promise it's none of us
Going in, nobody keeping up
You bit my hand, my nigga you needed us
One
doors of animal cages
Forgive me father for I have sinned raught iron
Grin rusting in the down pour why try and swim
I would walk five hundred miles
a walk a n**** down (Fafafa)
Ride with them killas’ that be itching to put you in the ground
One call, bro gone do that for me then he hit the hound
anybody tell me how I ended up this way?
I never saw it coming, no I never had a clue.
But you hit me so hard, I was blinded by you.
Hands gripping on my
of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight
you talking bout…
Walk in my shoes
Before you run ya mouth
We don't take no for an answer
We pick a different route…
Tired of being humble
I come from
hand at 12:00
Other hand on a pistol
I’m black and protective
Smoke weed for depression
Was classified in the system
This my adolescences
I’m black
.
Annie, I owe you a dance.
Don't the years fly by in the blink of an eye,
Yeah loves, I've had a few.
I've been a million places and I've seen a million
baby, I'm a classic man
Keep my gloves dirty but my hands clean
Got to keep the business in the family
Bread when I'm fillin' up the pantry
Now my
honey bees
I'm the king of the hive, your girl fucking my barb until all the honey squeeze
Pull up in a yacht and you're in a boat, taking loses
Peddle
stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams,
Branded, in my dome is the mechanics architectural diagram tryin’ to expand it produce a annex for what I created
Feelin’ mentally jaded, mite need
in his pockets
He had holes in his hands
He looked like an outlaw talking to his lover
He was a spiritual man
I wanna be a prince, not a king
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get
motherfucker
Roll the dice with me, get shot up by my brother
Shorty say that I'm too honest
I will never hurt you, lil' mama
Baby, what's the problem
Killing
and just
Send a prayer up to God
Leave everything in His hands cause
I was taking it hard couldn't breathe
Later that night I couldn't sleep
I just felt like
will call me corny
Same ones who ain't see the beat switch coming
Same ones living in a beasts big stomach
Same ones I reach by the end of the song
No
la la la
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
And when I think about it
It's like I never really knew
The depths of the situation
I thought I could just walk
to sleep, hop, for selling cross pills
Being watched all day like enemy's prey
Faces, you never seen before us in your hallway
Brothers you knew for years
forever I really don't think I can
Made for more, perfection from the potters hand
I plot and plan but His ways are way above our land
Act like I know it
like a jersey
I'm known to be clean enemies I get dirty
You let the dogs out, Like u baha men
But I'm more of a wolf, With a tatted hand
Chillin in
harmony
So take your brother by the hand and come along with me
Lift your voices to the sky, tell me what you see
I believe in music
I believe in love
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