Lyrics:
Nawal
we ain't nothing alike
I got to pop it I'm done being nice
Life like a gamble ain't shooting no dice
Ain't going back and forth I ain't that type
No
on
just by a thread
an I can hear the thoughts running though my head
an I can hear the demons
living under my bed
and I remover everything that they said
A fire bun!
Yah hear mi
Life ova death
Hey let me tell yu dis again
I could have been one of the most natorious
I got saved by the king
impart some of my local knowledge
If you got any questions don't hesitate just to sing out
For those who are interested there's the Old Bridge swaying away
cause I won't wright all my wrongs
Ain't got the time man that shits already gone
I hope when I die these poems live on
I'm dying soon better right all
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
I got roses dripping blood on my back
All these thoughts just wanna make me feel that nothing is wright
You can feel whats burning, is a hell
the check or cut the line
Coast to coast spending the most
Time on the road you ain't 'bout that life
Independent living missing my fam
In order to grow you
by Saturday night
Walked hungry
My seal is stitched out monopoly money
I'm a turntable with new needles
Life's a barrel of junkies
Screaming "shove
told me
I've seen so much in my life I've never questioned, this time the good Lord took me by surprise
Yesterday my Betty died
With skin as tough
was singing for me
Cause ooh, my baby, my baby, ya'll, she's so sweet
Like ice cream on a Sunday evening, you're my favorite treat
And what I got is
and
Shoot first, if you lose
Then you bet it twice (Shoot it back)
Up a couple of mil'
But I'm still ducking fedy life
(Watch the phone)
It's feeling like
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Broke up a thousand times
And then
We make up
Again
Hate it when we fuss and fight
This time,
I Hope we get it right
(Playing)
Mary J & Betty Wright
Won’t you tell me where the cash at?
I’m about to end a nigga life
So where the stash at?
Got about twenty fuckin' mill'
Just chilling in my backpack
Call
drive, whoa)
Look at what I did by 25 (25, nigga, uh)
Dizzy OG, thank God we alive (We alive)
'Cause I always got that 420 vibe
(You know I got it)
I
you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my own
Yeah, don't you wait, don't think about it
Yeah, don't you wait, just come on over now
women who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready
They envy the unhappiness of the greats
They don't have a fulfilled life yet,
Now she back round two
Got her all on her knees
Two seater, pull up in a coupe (YEUMM!)
It's me and yo Bitch Betty Boop (BAD!)
Durant, got some shooters
a shrimper all my life.
My daddy was a shrimper
And my mom's a shrimper's wife.
And I'm tired of bein' a shrimper
'cause a shrimper's life's too tame
So I'm
talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon
on my tab tadpole
Life goes on, so you got your little rascal
Hate to blame you, I'm just celebratin' me
It's goin' down tonight, better tell 'em
Slice These wanna be
Rappers lie about there life my Niggas will kill for the right price
You're niggas will lie about there kill Strike Now the whole
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