Lyrics:
get burned on my way to you
Staring the devil in the eye
And it’s so hard to tell his lies from the truth
Playing with the fire
And I might get burned
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me
Now I got a love Jones for
Dark days got me ahead of my peers by light years
Money can't buy happiness, so I used it to wipe tears
On stage with a blade at the throat of my fears
better change what comes out your speaker
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party
Troubles on my mind, I still smell
a studio in all my cribs, don't I? (Hoo)
Sold work to my aunt and not my mama (ma)
But she gave it to her so I dread the karma (dread the karma)
Got
conversations for you
And if you got a little time, I got the patience for you
Okay? Good, you giving me the time to talk?
While I figure it out and sort what
through the glass[01:44.52]Hoppin' in my car, pressin' on ignition[01:47.12]Blinded by the past, I got 20-20 vision[01:49.74]Rollin' up a wood just to focus
with
Frank Sinatra's big band by my side
It's an unavoidable cliche
I wish it didn't have to be that way
Because I love you is what I'm trying to say
But
on the stress I caused, it was hell
Hugging on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary
Hey! I see the penitentiary one day
And running from
caused, it was hell
Hugging on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary
Hey! I see the penitentiary one day
And running from the police?
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
Turned me right to a feen
You talkin that bullshit It's free
But keep all that bullshit from me
I got the girl she a G
And she gonna take home my
Mm, um, yeah
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
best
But I've got a problem, I'm trying hard not to forget
That you and dad
You guys my only family
I get too wrapped up in my world
And I can feel it
Mulligan
And I was William Sheeran
She took my name and then we were one
Down by the Wexford border
Well, met her at Guy's in the second world war
Diamond shape can't bought and sold
But the vibe whe you give me storing it all
Outta control
Hey baby girl i know you ready for this
(Mama, mama) you got
from it all
And I got to take a break for a while
Where there ain't another human for a hundred miles
I hate bein' enclosed by the walls
I got
diamonds up again
It's nice to die from alcoholism it's very glorious
Wait
But if you
Pffff I know love like a flat tire bus when I've got somewhere to go
ones
To all my nephews and nieces it’s on
Mama pushing 80 still going strong
Sister Yvonne
Know I got your back
In this world I’ll do whatever it takes
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
How I grew up, only few would've loved
'Member I got my first
It's so special
You're all I ever need
[Latoiya Williams]
I'm feeling good and my baby's home
You're spending time
Holding hands
To this beat
in a one-horse town
Then hopped to a muthafuckin' grasshopper
Nigga, my life would have been done got cut off
If my dues weren't paid
It's
iced out my wrist my diamonds dancing
Is it coincidental
That Every bitch that I was fucking with just let me sad on instrumentals
And my mama told me
pimpin' (Pippen)
I told you, I got a grip on defeat
(da feet) , but ya still (steel) slippin'
The kids bust not too far from ya camp is
(campus) why we
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