Lyrics:
you want to be? a simple soldier?
You have nothing to regret, you look like a wild cat
Every morning, every time, you turn off in your bed
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it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the sandcastle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings
were born to die
So fuck mom and father cries
I was one never to bother guys
But when my girl got sadamized
I was dramatized
Shoved the dick down her
a way on which he could escape when drive bys were being pulled on the dot at 7:48 If you heard a gun shot than it was too late you'll hear the sound
She could be an astronaut
c hot momma mask or not
Born in the year of the dragon
Dealing fine arts, nudie suits
Can probably play the bassoon
House
Head is weakening, held down by fear. You're so young you shouldn’t be
Afraid of anything. Our lives are the sum of what we all accomplish, so
Stand
all night
Down by where those wild red roses grow
And girl can't you see that I'm sweet on you
I know that I'm rough and hard to hold onto
But I'm
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
that I'm blessed
I know you know I know you know that
(I want to rock right now)
(Got to be funky)
As I think and let the knowledge be born as I
day
Just tryna win I'll do whatever it take just to be great
That's by any means
(Yahh) Look had to get my mind right shit ain't what it seems
Lost five
gon get high
Nd everyday im gon get fly
That’s the motto I live by
That’s the motto I live by
Imma do what i want don’t be questioning me
Don’t have no
rockin' mics since I was 12 years old
I was born in the jungle, the concrete slab
Where people take any and everything that they can grab
Some niggas
Yea
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Yes Sirr
She be on me asking por un beso
Porque yo soy el pan con queso
Ima bring all the dollars y el dinero
We bout
Born poor forever rich
My hustle valid ain counterfeit
My mindset just like money Mitch
By any means I gotta get
cll I kno is respect the kid
I'm bout
to happen to me
I never asked to be black I was born with this colour you talkin’ I be what I be
This shit getting crazy
Watching the news everyday
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
said it can't be, this shit deep
They took my dawg when it shoulda been me
In these streets running round acting wild without a purpose
Just youngins
I said, I'm always down to ride with my doggy
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin' lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim's
We out here killin' each other, but so what?
Keep it up and there's gon' be no Crips and no Bloods
Nigga, take a look around, the crack game has
recalls a honey house
There'll be no sorrows left to drown
Early in the morning in your evening gown
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel
ain't have no nines niggas asked for mines
Half the time niggas lien
They make you do half ya time by design
Wish I can go back in time we be fine
They
passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend,
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
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