Lyrics:
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
Christ Jesus is the Lord confessed by all the nations
I was dead in sin Lord You came and restored my soul
The Good Shepherd guided this lost sheep
Okay, so this is Outlaws Mind. It will be track number five on the seven
track album, Outlaws Mind, but there is a long pause for a little
When I'm five
I will wash my face me hands all by myself
When I'm five
I will chew and spit tabacco like my grandfather jones
'cause I'm only
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes (fuck)
Why, are expectations so high?
Is it the bar I set?
My
walking
Readily waging all this extremity as a toxin
Boat you straight through memories down to Davie Jone's locker and
I'm boxer in my mind as I battle
it all
For he surrenders
I surrender it all
Jesus
For he surrenders
Yo I like to thank you for listening To my album
If you ever feeling down and out
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now
Yeah
It was December back in 2018
Holy Spirit, you flow through me, you're my friend
It was December back in 2018
I was working on the album steady
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
When I'm five
I will wash my face and hands all by myself
When I'm five i will chew and spit tobacco
Like my grandfather Jones
'Cause I'm only four
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
the truth out about this beef
A victium of defeat when ya
Album was released when Jay-Z made
Kanye look like a beast
When BET told Jim Jones it was
Peace jus
to go and by the whole 'lot and...
Nigga tried by a whole block and
Tried to hustle, get a whole rock in
Nowadays it was '95, the way my niggas use to red
let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you
Ridin’ 'round wit’ that sixteen and that eighteen on my neck
Jesus piece hang from the eighteen showing that I’m blessed
I know where I came from,
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
Young Chante Andrea Jones
Never met her father and momma's never home
Plus she's 15 and she lies about her age
She always on the phone or her myspace
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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