Lyrics:
Yea, yea k Camp
Woaah look
I live my life with no regret
The bullshit that I've been through
That made me who I am
Barely get no sleep I'm clocked
the struggle in the battle
you live.
Don't turn we need you.
Don't turn I need you God.
The sirens are calling your name!
Come back. Come back. Make the call.
fear God then you're wise keep your eyes on the prize
Learn to tell the truth from lies live with no compromise
I like the sound of that now keep
mahself
And I'm a movement by mahself
But togetha we a force
Niggas lives gon' get lost
You fuckin' wit a G
I'm a mafuckin' rider
I'm Mr shoot-You-Up
You Can't Pronounce
And They Playing Some Music you Never Heard
For Some Reason
They Still Make Your Body Bounce
Imagine That Place
Was Surrounded By
they're quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye
Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday
and let me inside
For you I will live for you I will die
Your love is the drug that keeps me alive
Thank God you kept me out them dark hallways
You still
the small? Who will ever see us all?
The ones with power as the goal? Them who lives behind the walls?
Take me to the stars of stars. The ones who is craving
by the streets
But that don't mean that I don't take this shit serious
I'm still aimin' to reach the apex of the pyramids
The truth is... I really love
Lately been grinning from ear to ear
I'll only lag if it's the back of a Lear
They don't know about you
R.I.P to caliyah
Music too beautiful shedding
Closed my eyes by a violent river filled
With thoughts that left me shiver
Longed for a land to be delivered
Where the young don't catch the ship
put on display
Hit my line when they know it's complete
Need the best of the best everyday
Thanking God for your creative ways
It's a beautiful sight,
In pain if that's what I would feel
Maybe this is Karma knocking, I'm starting to cause a lotta problems
I'm Dying 2 Live, but Satan is tryna just do
the prelude
Yeah this life i live is beautiful
It's like i hit the lottery
They say i'm not like what i say
Because y'all witnessing a prodigy
Yeah talk all
hold my hand and don't let go
Don't let go
Don't let go
Please don't let go
Imma praise God for all that He’s done
Cuz when I met you
I found a real
pictures laying out on my bed
And I'm just trying to find the right words to connect
That we travel through live so enriched by the ones that we love
So how
ask god why
Why I hurt why I cry
Will I go survive tonight
Wake up young suicide
Time to go live ya life
By tonight I see tomorrow
Trip and fall
from that nightmare
Verse One
?When you (are) were mine? you said
You?ll buy me a plane
We?ll fly away, become
Just like the ?Bold and the Beautiful
to the gods like it's legendary
Some might think its imaginary
In the rap game freak I popped the cherry
What you gotta say about that
Keep it live a 45
a dream how do you live?
No one escape like you want by my fay i feel inside what do you try to find?
There's a new kind of man but my lips can't stop
complicated this life I live the cars
The whores are beautiful but I
All need is focus cut the ladder up
The ladder to success that I climb
I steer steps
Spending the night too soon
I don't want you layin' by my side (Go)
I know you're trying to
Live your fucking life, me too
Fuck it, I'ma have to let it fly
I
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