Lyrics:
a thing quick and easy
Think slick, she better get wit the wick
'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
You tried to run the race but you lost by
old
Man I thank my nigga Joe thank my nigga Justin taught me how to trap niggas like my brothers
Weed was in the front, crack was in the back Dynasty
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
Tell me what you know bout thugging or when you lose yo mans
Or being slimed out by yo hoe when you was locked up in them chains
Or got to spin back
know why?
'Cause it's spoken by the brother, whose name is spelt
The "I" the C-E-T., cold chillin', rhyme villain on the M-I-C
With raps roarin',
to me and a brother gave them
That's why man ah loner
Tough love made man a soldier
I've never been afraid of the hard work
That's why man ah have
Never let 'em tell you no
Stand by the beach
And let's get warm by the fire
I had started this camp
Because I had the desire to spread good
better? Go back on it
Go back on it
Wanna see me do better? Go back on it
Wanna see me do better? Go back on it
Written By: Charly Guaman
a better place
One day at a time
We can make the world a better place
One day at a time
Momma raised me to be a fine young man
She said son there’re some
No better time than now
No better time than now
(we back in 4095)
Wave hits on my Own
Take risk (we gon get up!)
I done took hits but my goal Apex
my baby momma said who am I to carry
This child by myself, cause I went back to the streets
Fucked my homies sister, man I really couldn't see
The man
with melanin
No better ting
Me I'm just looking for a vibe though
Baby you might be my type ohh
Omo man mi love the way you wine ohh
Any ting ah any
But that's the past and many knew it couldn't last
By peaceful means or either by a rifle blast
Or whatever, better late than never
We finally
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
accepting their justice man that just ain't it
Families get seized by tragedies
'Cuz if you black the police don't want to see you breathe
Like literally, why
Get my ass kicked by my subconscious
There's too much guilt sittin' up in my conscience
Yeah, therapy sessions with yourself, yeah
And sometimes they
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
role
Don't you fall out by no bitch, you better play your role
Your bitch fuckin' with your bro, you better play your role
Can't let her take your soul,
the damn cops)
Dem a call us, dem a call us
The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
They switching mans like they going shopping to stores
Seen a man better on the road
She going with him regardless the front of backdoor
All of my money
to shout at mic stand
Tryna make my bank balance look like my iban
Don't know why they don't like man
cnd why they're
Hating on me when you're riding
Claiming your the man but killing your own brother
Gotta baby on the way with the same baby mother
Never got her own hustle
Just dependent on others
You
Yo what's up
What's up my brother
You took that leap or what man
Do you really want to get better or just a thought
Working on yourself quick
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