Lyrics:
At the end of the day man I hope that she
Stay
Why dont you come my way
Maybe we can waste the day
You know when your by my side
That I'm alright
We play
All
die for this
How many times did I cry for this?
I would hate myself if I didn't at least try for this
What's at stake is bigger than me
Blood,
and the struggle to get by each week
It's tougher that they lie to me
Tell me shit is fine and we
Should focus on our self it doesn't matter if I die this week
We
gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin
I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing
It's that craft for me, the half of me
Let through niggas in the door
with me so you lie instead
You lazy, you Blacc Chyna head
But I can't give 'em clout that's a courtesy bag
Can't forget how bad I wanted what I
Yeah
Yeah He took us from that early grave, man
Yeah He took me from that early grave
(Ha ha) He took me from that, He took me from that
Yeah He took
that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
Want him just as he is
And may I say that should the man ask me
I'll be his
Can I tell the man
Just how dearly blessed we would be'
All the beauty
Walking with this 40, cause I know that I'm the man homie
Niggas say he gon' slide me out, we gon' cancel your plan homie
No fucking casket, put your bitch
me beefin' with some niggas I could've put on (err, that's fucked up)
They make up lies and put 'em in songs (they do, yeah)
I pull up to lots, cop,
a turn
Down whatever they show me
K's the man rebellious slaves
That'll never say Toby
Youse a hooker and ya pimp left ya powerless
Telling you how
Run it up
Gotta get me the bag and count it up
Im not with the games it’s time to get paid man I’m finna go run it up
Run it up
I’m getting the bag
I put it on my life man it is true peace
Goosebumps wen i think about prayer and me
Cant wait for the call for my heart to get cleaned
Cant wait for
What is a man anyway?
GROSS
I’m brad bramish, dammit, no scratch that
I’m a leather jacket wrapped knapsack
I’m the ace and the face card of hearts
to pretending that I don't exist huh
Guess you miss me being on my petty shit huh
Don't worry I can make that easy for you
Listen to this beat switch no more pg
into this
Sparked by curiosity
They keep on doubting me
Hated by society
Filled up anxiety
They know that I'm talented
Everyone be challenging
Nostalgia
myself up out that little jam
Told my Mama imma be the man
They gon know my name up all in Japan
Give me all them tests, I pass all exams
Throw it back
Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollar
In my pocket that I earned
With a hammer and vice
If I could undo some things
And grow me some wings
Yeah, I'd give this last wrinkled dollar
In my pocket that I earned
With a hammer and vice
If I could undo some things
And grow me some wings
shine
Cuz I'm way too shy
Complain 'bout my life
Cuz I got the time
Does that make it wrong?
Is that radical?
Got me sick and tired, to watch the world
Pittsburgh sound
And Imma always hold pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn
Roll
say go
I'll ride as long as you by my side baby
Girl just open up and (let me hold you)
Down like a real man supposed to
I'm trying to show you that you
your paintings on the sidewalk
And by a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, boy, you come home to me"
And she
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