Lyrics:
on my heart, my first tough decision
In the shadows, clingin' to my soul as my only critic
Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil
not hip with the syntax
Been back, need dough for the six pack
Gotta heal like a dog when the wrist snap
Hang by the side of the goal
Because I pass
crack, you have to get back
So get back your soul, brother, I got your mojo
You know you got to close it down, close the crackhouse
[ Amen-Ra of 2
What a beautiful day it is in the house of Lord
We're gonna bring up this young man who goes by the name of Inael
He's A Potent Poet or something
We'll bring back the good times, the end times
So, how does it feel
To sell your soul for me?
No longer under the bed
So damned enlightened
High offices
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
Guru"
"Bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, let me do my thang"
Bring it on
But make sure intentions are pure
Cuz like the saying goes -
Stay by my lone all seven
Had to ghost, on old folks I can't keep round no
Niggas know how it goes tryna keep me down low
I can't fold, on my soul
there's a icebox where my heart use to be
Downing downers down and out I guess I'm lonely
Surround by these people that'll never know me
12 shots later,
the millenniums
But none have the scope to bring me back to Earth
None have spoken words until these hairless monkeys came
They'll say the words to start my return
till our land was forsaken/ Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man
Daddy won't you bring me back to Muhlenberg County down by the Green
together from the anger & rage
And Read this poetry from the blood stained page
But these letters in red
Bring me back from the dead
A voice enters my ear
I am a bird now
I feel like I was a bird for some time
My life i fly away, I come back, I grind
I am a bird now see what I see
Think what I think but
Run Duck And Dodge Ya
You Play Money Games
Shooters Lerking For A Body
Ransom On His Head
Whoever Broke Need That Profit
Bring Em Back Alive
allow?
Maybe this life was for me, can I go back, how?
All the dead reach to my soul
As they bring me to the ground
They move slowly
Undivided
As they
Oh how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes, the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry, As the years go by
There were
soul
Hook:
Head shotBlaow!
I can hear the reaper calling
Trigger finger doing the jerk, look like that bitch retarded
One by one, just by breathing,
right
Time to switch up the flow
I've been smoking nothing but O's
I double down on that dope
Bring it back, cut it up, and bring in some more
I do this
Souls ain't ever sold
Life like math
Dog I got a cheat sheet
I been coming back
Now I'm loving all
But I be on attack
Let my inner bitch quick fall
You
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
Bring that beat back
That's what's up
[verse 2]
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
Lined em up at fort knox
To die
to love you, love
And to love you long and lay back
And never need to lack the silver spoon
Oh, how I feel when the sun comes up
And it brings your face
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