Lyrics:
go back to yuh man
Come back
Let we take ah little jam gyal
Two touch
When yuh start push back
He might never see u again
Cause all ah want is
One
won't last
I don't wanna lose
I can't play another hand
I won't judge you by your past
Don't judge me by my past
If you my woman and I'm your man
If we
to realize it
When I saw home so blue, be torn in two
All by the hands of her own child
Humanity the festering cancer that
Dug her own grave
We have no home
and made sure little bro was looked at
Pops got evicted, not a smack
Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
The bum got done by the one
was incredibly enticing
When I made it to the top with hands miraculously clean
And I managed what was only done by people that were lean
I was proud, I
the stand
I don't know where I've been
But He's where I am
Been lost by my drive
I'll Put the keys in his hands
To ever be alive
You can't be a dead man
Ive
you'll take the time
Darling take my hand if you wanna feel like summer
Calling out your name, give me all that you can put up
Cause we meant to be, baby
Good my nigga, I heard from you in a little minute man, just wanted to call and check up on you man, you know
Best my nigga man, shit man, yeah man
Put man in the back of a van in front of a Don
Who's bigger and blacker than man
I don't know what my man eats but it's blatant i don't need to give him
The rain falls down on last year's man,
That's a Jew's harp on the table,
That's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined
only knows let down
By the corner, there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
Well he tried to live, but he's done trying
Not
hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it's my
(Sweet Little Lisa)
(Sweet Little Lisa)
Well the works whistle blew
at a half past five o'clock.
I saw the red light at the corner,
man I never
the league if my growth spurt come in, on my mama
2009, bro dropped The Warm Up
I was in warm-ups playin' Weezy
And Yukimi, Little Dragon, flame breathin'
little piece of me
I thought was missing was right here by my side
In disguise
Pull up to the party, rock out like carti
Give the energy live
Rock out
shit
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd
let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas
You
It’s true
Have a little patience
I’ll dispel the smoke
Your sight will return
Just like “City Lights”, and I will give you some air
So that you can
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
Little boy running and the little girl too
Got the money tucked up in their hands
Over the wall and down into the street
Give your money
Do it, whoo, little nasty girl
Yo, man, see that? Damn
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Hey, girl, I like your flava, wish I could be your neighba
Must be
a feeling deep inside
Some ... wasn't right
The way he proves himself a man
By beating his woman with his hands
Oh I wish that she'd seen the light
How can
deal such a bad hand
Like my brother who got killed by a man
Man, and I never knew
Why I couldn't stop stabbing him when everybody told me to
They said
proud of all the shit I did
Got no regrets None Not even a little bit
I'm working hard Now you witnessing my diligence
Let's be frank and keep it real man
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