Lyrics:
Is this a hill
I got holes to patch my own home
A house falling down around my head
No need to add you to my list of regrets
I'll walk away this
The trying times
The sleepless nights
Just know that faith is with us
Through all of the hills
And valleys roamed
That we must come to
Walk side by side
up in heaven tell God I need his help. I'm surrounded by
these demons and I'm fightin by myself
This Pain is on my.. pain is all my pain is on my
this miracle
Used to look like, right?
She was standing in front of the mirror
In a heavy coat and a hat
That didn’t fit the size
And was sliding down
Ayo, what up Reese? It's been a minute since we last spoke
Side by side, in a circle round mad folks
We took it round each other wishing we were
jumpin fences
Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we
hookin that
[Rock]
Hold up son, let me show these niggas how a crooker act
Straight up down right disrespectful
Load the clip, bust lead to your head like
baboon, oh-ohh
(Thugger!)
Rag top, nigga, fuck around and say
Shot up right up your block, (Shot right up your block)
Every time I pull up to LIV, I'm
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Showtime in this bih
Slide now its just me and you
Top down wont you be my boo
I got them racks now in my bag now Im on the move
Know you hate it
sightings
Of the crazy space pirate baby ladies by I-90
Where a lot of old friends are found face down in a gutter
And the most beautiful women around are
Can't wait for them days
When I live in LA
And I'm high in the hills looking down from the top
I stay prayed up I ain't never gon flop
I stay prayed up I
up 'til dawn
Runnin' by myself, but the devil came along, yeah
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up, I'm tryna smoke (yeah)
Posted in this cloud,
us"
From up above to down here hit me off with a pound and a hug
My nigga Gab showed us the slums grimy shit
No trouble in customs they rushed us
I put an ending to shit
I was brought up in fast life, surrounded by gangs
Dad was cheffing up those late nights, cooking for change
He told me
promised look I got it
I decided if it's mine then I provide it try to rise up with this grinding for this time I was allotted
Thank the most high
Forestville
Greenbelt
What up laurel
All the way down to bowie
Then we gonna go out to Oxon Hill
And from there
We just gonna ride all the way back home
You
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
Eighty grams took
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
80 grams took my
of this laid on back
Kick your shoes off, kick 'em off
Get you some of this slow down fast
I'll take you up and down these hollers and hills
Let me show you
rolling hills
This the shit I wanna go out to
This what it all really amount to
When I'm over the hill and mountains too
They gone remember, that I came
In
hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now
Put me in the mood
I'm talkin' about dark room, perfume, go, go
I really hope you play this, 'cause
salute ya'
Let's tear down the pretty shit
Build up the nigga shit for our kind of niggaz
Dem niggaz that'll slap the shit outta ya', clap the shit outta
they're still staring in my grill like dentures
I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's
Tote forties, four-fours, tens, and even Nina's
I be
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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