Lyrics:
Know too many niggas that got semi rounds
(Serious) and cold like (Ice)
Put thorns to your crowns, you
Go out like Christ, my nigga
Get money from
On point no cupid, grade A nigga when i flow
Phonies niggas staying failing
Just know you can't B, or C me
Get of my dick, for your girl start ask you how
Back on the shit had to pass on a bitch
She said show me the real you
I said i been trying open up my eyes
I just wanna get to feel you
I just wanna
“If you think you’re too old, to rock and roll,
then my friend you are,
So listen…
The man who says he can, and the man who says he can’t, are both
was looking for some fun tonight
Don't ask me what I've taken or I've done tonight
You was liking all my photos and you're here right now
Let's
But was that to much
Is it too much to ask
Is it too much to have
Is it really so bad
Is love so bad?
I don't understand
Just please take my hand
I'm
don't make my niggas pop the trunk
I can't back down
Once I'm in it I'm gone get it from the first round
I go too hard inside this bitch to ever count me
crack
In my time here I done seen so much
Colder than the ground
When it gets tough
Even when I rise
Sometimes I don't even see ... How
But I know my
my life back
Everything I built, everything I had
I just want my life back
That can't be too much to ask, oh no
I just want my life back
How
Don't ask me what God would say, nigga My father my God so just ask what my father
said Yeah, but I ain't a kid nigga so don't test me I take a bitch
much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve
Forty eight orders of mechanical laws
And rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars
years went by, you played, but this shit I did
Was all from the heart. And now you ready
To ride, but it was so hard to keep it in park
Can't expect me
stay out the way
'Til the tell me they landed
I couldn't chance it, I had to plan it
Too much on the line
I had to put my hands in (Nah Forreal)
Go get to that money can't spend a whole day 'witchu
You a hoe if I fucked in a day or two
Get this shit from my pops he a 'playa too
Young niggah
for that
Forget the breakfast
Don't wait another second
I sing words
God is awakened
Fucking your bitch
You know that she be going too too
I don't think
let Jesus die again?
God let Jesus die again
In the name of faith and religion
How much trouble must we witness?
All the wars, hate and sickness
Can't
forever
Okay, I admit it, I can't act right
This shit ain't adding up, did the math right
None of y'all know me, not in a past life
I think I did too much
go down my face
One person so much I can take
Im fake
Niggas tell me everyday
Grew up move different this the game gotta play
Im safe
Protected by god
it and you can't see
Now hold up hold up hold up
Who's that whippin' a matt black Impala
I confess I'm guilty your honor
Way too hot just stepped out
says
"You can't look at much, can you man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
says
"You can't look at much, can you man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
It's so much shit on my own, that I done accomplished
Niggas online every hour of the day, what you doing?
Only know that goat talk, in that language,
by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
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