Lyrics:
the competition daily
Then I go to make sure you can't get a break
Women ain't even enough for me
Its the whole world I want to penetrate
I'm picky as fuck
the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys
up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott Street
School was lettin' out
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?", Watch
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"
Opened
you to pray that you're still gonna see
And you still gonna win
He still setting you free
Yeah, His love never ends
And the grass is still green
But
of losing you
I'm just hoping you don't die trying not cry
Why don't God answer my prayers but the devil by my side
Don't really wanna live life I don't even
it
Srlo the name crazy fame to it
Look at the shine, bitch we ain't fine
Blinded by luh ove but
What was i thinking it’s summa time
It’s ima do me you
it 'cause I ain't gay
You say you keep thoughts to yourself but you say that you're running stray
Say your running from you're past, say you're running
about that in another rap
My words have meaning it ain't crap
We ain't gon' sleep or take naps
Me and Johnny we head across the map
"You can't rap you
like it
And when you question society they be like checking your sobriety
But analyzing it quietly.
Chorus:
I'm gonna
My mother will cry
Ain't even
hallelujah
He's as light as a feather
He overcame it all
He wants to cry cause
He's so happy
But a tear it won't even fall
And he's not gonna cry no more
Cause
Put the gun in ya pull a bullet to punish ya
I'm the son of a
Bitch that wouldn't even want none of ya
Put your money where your mouth is
When you
Ain’t acting so tough and bad now, is you?
How is you gonna try to match wits
With the manuscript manufacturer most demanded by masochists
Savage, bitch,
grade (yeah)
But you still haven't even been laid (pussy)
You barely even get paid
So I'm just gonna throw the shade (just gonna throw it all at you
the vossies
And these kids gonna buss it
Like mad dog Johnny
Still Curtis Warren Cocky
Rolling with a pound in my bag like a trolley
And I hate man that always
wanna encourage somebody in the Lord
It's gonna be alright it ain't gonna take you under, you ain't, you ain't, God ain't about to let you no
Uh uh, nope,
Every little bit of today
Inches me towards tomorrow
Feelin' like inevitably
Gonna be filled up with more sorrow
Can it even get any stranger
Feelin'
to grow
I heard this time we really need it tho
Lil niggas on beasta mode
The kinda lil young niggas you ain't see before
It ain't even they fault they
this is gonna be one rocky road
This road has many curves
Many bumps and potholes
It can even take you through a loop
If you ain't got your together
knees make a nigga really want the world
Im starring you in the eye You pretty even when you cry
I won’t ever tell you a lie You make me really shy
I’m
pain even if I try
I know your human even some thugs cry
Why you let thoughts eat you up inside
Why keep me asking if I'm gonna ride
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
Or will he run and hide
You don't know cuz things ain't clear
And baby when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side
Does the man even know you're alive
I got
ain't in our league
Even with Keratin, you're just a baby boy
But imma take a picture if you pull a roid
Damn
You reach, I teach, elite
We on, the rise
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