Lyrics:
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
over to me, and he was mean and
Ugly and nasty and horrible and all kinds of things, and he sat down next to
Me. He said, "Kid, what'd you get?"
I
Declining the smaller
Ya bitch prolly lost her
My n**** I sauce her
She telling you stories
While I'll be the author
All black fit and a jean jacket
Pocket
the big warmer house
But what you gon' do when it's all up to you?
Stuck in this cell with nothing to do
But tell a story, tell a story
These are
People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish
a ball
Money, fame, and fortune too
All these things are here for you
If you take your time, relax your mind
Put it all together instead
Of wiggling your
and getting places with my art
You might say that I'm jumping the gun
Born in Sigmund's life but I'm Elizabeth's Son
If things had gone right
I never would've
Hey guys it’s your girl Liz here
On the track team but all I do is cheer
Tellin’ you to tumble like the dice do
I’ll be the one to tell you who that
made
God made me brave
That's why I really walk by faith
See It Believe it and Achieve it
Story telling prevailing getting all my thoughts out
're all I want
Liz, it's you, you're all I want
I don't want to hold on to shiny things
I don't want all of the stuff that limelight brings
I just want you
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
all over to a face I can trust
You don't know where the wind's gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you ]
Better give it away before you go
you don't ask Him for it, He cannot give it to you
Because He created us with the power of choice
Listen to me, if y'all don't do nothing else, write
lovers the lollipop girls
Now they are all suckas
And we are all gutta
The flyest of em all
Light fi fire to em all
Yeah we airborn I took her airborn
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
A military mind, nigga (yeah)
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind, nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We tradin' war stories
and straight
Edges and reaching so hard for
Some soul nicki destroyed them
This is what she does she takes a pretty good
Song, wait's until you are
Popping
on Fendi
Buss down wrist
By the time I'm twenty
(Buss down wrist
By the time I'm twenty)
Moving on to better things
Cause you know that I just secured
You know you're doing what you
Gotta do to get by
But ultimately you're not respecting yourself
I think we all have a certain amount
Of appreciation
times, to you and all his wives
As he sat there playing with our lives
You ignored it.. cuz you're too upset to realize
Just to put things in size Adam
been around the world in and out of hotels
Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell
It all started with Mel my first time doin' it
Nervous,
The fuck happened to me?
Richie, you son of a bitch, get over here!
The story of my life, I'll take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm and time
Is
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Were things better back then, everything's taken a different direction. Some loved have gone others remain, memories run through your brain.
Are you
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