Lyrics:
down the street & Gilbert always got us meat
& Old Man Murphy ran the funeral home
Now I've spilled more blood than a Viking should, fire & iron where
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
a household name
I've had a lot of practice you see
'Coz everybody damn sure knows me
Make all the money, I've made a tonne
But the most important thing is
You
lane the last real president
Reagan did his thing bush senior came and went
Clinton flipped microchips to other militaries quick
While bush junior
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
say I don't respect these women
When all I've done is represent (30 years)
Take my career and turn it upside down
'Cause you mad I've got some
call it? Jealoussyyyyy
I got my sister on my left n got my bestie to the right
These hoes be actin real tough they don’t really wanna fight
I’m
Amen, Amen as we gather today
In memory of Chris Johnson
I ask that you remain standing for the
Reading of the Word of God
2 Corinthians Chapter 1
family got the cast thing
If you dove into the tears of my eyes, you'd hear this instrumental
Jesus was instrumental in blessing my mental
Every time I
upset
Man
Tell Vanessa how you feel, buy the girl a meal
On the real, or you ain't got no skills
Nooo!
No no nooo!
No no nooo, no-no-no!
the most
So I turned to the herb to forget those
All the gross things I've done Cant reverse those
Can't go back
Can't rewind
Can't rehearse those
Being real
bullshit) lyrical miracle
Nigga I ain't got time for that (nobody listening to it)
I'm focus on my enemies (that's the real shit)
Y'all can have that (fasho)
[DMX]
Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Yah'mean? We untouchable baby
[Chorus: Syleena Johnson]
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made
Friends
I've got friends
Friends
I've got friends
Don't you be ashamed of how you feel when someone
Lends you a helping hand
Because
real even if my life is tragic
Can't get a girl so I'm living off this ad lib
Pussy on the mind, Too busy fucking up the game
I've got a bottle, Got
motivation this real sacrifice
Could live like a vacation
But I got a vision my mouth is salvatin'
These rappers is kidding they all sound like bitches
They
social status
Mostly full of hope but lately
I've been so embarrassed
Surrounded by these snakes
But I ain't climbing any ladders
Love is such a joke
My
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
soul, I got this
I've been work hard, I got some options
My stock's been going up, you know it's rising
How the fuck could you decline me
Always on my
over a year
Sell ounces and bars from my golf cart
Gimme a nod I'll sort you out clart
By the time I've got to the ninth tee
I've usually sold about half
movies
They got guns, they got pistols,
But ain't nobody shooting at nothing but they self
Fear is the only thing that people respect
We forget
real, baby
Gonna keep movin', gonna go to town
I've come up hard, I come up gettin' down
There's only three things that's for sure
Taxes, death
Walk by faith, you appear
I've gotta live in stereo
I quit, I fold, I'm done
Trying to scale Everest
Sherpa-less
Ain't fun
The best-laid plans
in me
Oh yeah, I've been so bad
Oh, I've been so bad baby, bad baby
I've been so bad
In my blood, in my veins, something's got me by the reigns
Try
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