Lyrics:
Know you got pain
From your past life
I'm so ashamed
Because man like
Can't take a ride
So you hang tight
We can go hide out like Anne might
Pen all
love it all yeah
You feelin away, you stuck in your place
I'm loving myself, my life's lookin great
Shouts out to Marius, yeah
Shouts out to Resh
I got
fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double are when we ride
Motherfuckers is sure to die
Boom once I enter the room
In the air all
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
make it out these stress only time will tell
I ran up my bag nigga can't you tell
Put them packs in the air took losses in the mail
Know some niggas in
look I give is a death stare, cause I swear to heaven I feel no love here
"Stop it, kid, don't swear by heaven or earth, let your yes be yes and your no
in the mind
I tried to make amends and save another life
But smiles out of sin is all i can supply
Fuck that's not what I wanna say
Let's start this
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could,
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could,
Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max
Hypodermic raps, share it and you'll both have tracks
Dope man supply fire to wax, push your
the peace
Straight from the King
If you are tired He say come to Me
Trial by fire I'm feelin' the heat
Comin' in dirty I'm comin' out clean
Jugglin' bowling
It's hard to wake up when it's a cold day
There's someone waiting to take my place
Steal my air supply in the elevator and subways
No privacy but alone
said my head was too bigged
I’m just a confident brother with a positive other
That’s why other girls love him
I know it’s hard when I’m stopping by
the pussy 'til you find out where the love at (love)
He got ten, I got ten, this a dub sack
Ayy Wiz, let's get's some more, fool
How she know what to do
Ugh
I love my women
Not these hoes though
This goes out to my Philly crews, put your hands up in the air if you feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all
the horns off a rhino
And nigga
I can tell that bitch poor by her bio
All these hoes on them lines like a high post
So when it's time to socialize
I supply
the Drac'
I gotta chill, I heard the feds out, them people watchin' me
I catch a lo', foe, I'ma air it out, up the score for the team
Can't even post up in
hell and with a smile on your face
Listening to your shit, in case you wish you had stayed
In case you forgot to say « I love you by the way »
Wide-eyed
that's in the air that's Why this earth polluted
I'm out here searching for your love That's why this place is looted
I'm just trying to keep my cool I'm
mistaking my love
No mistaking my love for you
You know that you'll always be mine
Even when your worlds crumbling apart
And done all you can do
I'll be
yo' angle
And you ain't just break my heart you left it mangled
Young and dumb we ain't think that love was painful
Gotta get up out this bed
Then get
want that real love
Put your hands in the air, if you get it out the mud
Tellin' folks that you fine but you really wanna cry
I know life is hard, now
Ran outta cups
Time to hit the store
Ran out of love
Can't afford to get no more
Ran outta Hollows
Outside practicing my aim
You done ran outta
what it's like to starve as an artist
I will spazz out in the stands like I'm Artest
I know what it's like to be innocent arrested
Gotta keep your cool
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