Lyrics:
Just praying, just praying
KQRY
Bitches come and go, fuck a hoe, get my bag up
Life move fast do it slow let me back up (Slow, slow)
Let me back up
I
siege, hoes
I am surrounded by legends
Even when I don't fit in, I get in
You ain't gotta pat me down
To find the weapon
Scott Stallone won't even
Adjust
kind'a like an infection
It allows me now to write all my confessions
Back with that Therapy album, I was just sufferin' from depression
Had a lot of shit
of the main issues I had was lack of instrumentals that fit
That's when I met Chris and stopped using downloaded beats
The masses wanted me to make hits
But
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
me some shit
About this world
About these girls
And how I dog, my bitch!
My next album was bootleg
Ain even come to the stores
Cause a nigga stole it
Yeah yeah
Everytime I wake up from my bed I gotta flex
I just go to my home city then I flex up on my ex
And you know it's on when me and Ducrez link
can't do this by myself I need your help
I'm like a wounded healer touching people hoping that I'm felt
Cause when I look back over my life, God forbid
I
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
from a different cloth was raised by a ball player
That's why buy out the mall
Every time that I'm in it
Back when I had the push the start niggas
me up everyday like what you waiting on
Archie and MK call me up every hour like
When you gonna drop that album man, you're taking long
Man look, can't
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
growth
They break bread by the slice
I'm distributing the loaf
Swear I'd rather share the wealth
They want me to share they post
How the wanna split
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk
Lets get drunk [x5]
It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under
Ba bay bay ba baby, baby
A few days back underneath his porch
That porker Vern was digging for some pennies
Stand by Me
Ba bay bay ba baby, baby
Stand
Feed on the dead
Songwriters: Chris Barnes / Terry Butler / Greg Gall / Steven Swanson
Feasting on the Blood of the Insane from the Six Feet Under album
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
focus" (I-I-I love Chris Rich)
Yo, then something's telling me, "Just focus", then something's telling me, "Don't look back"
Then something's telling me
'cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, ooh, I'm a lay ya down
Gotta watch my back across my tracks, God know, I know these clowns
God
Illest in the game, GED with the flame (Q)
First off, let me get this shit cleared
Any nigga talk, prolly get his shit smeared
Back in the trunk, next
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