Lyrics:
what you make of it
Then I know my curse is the defect
I've seen the weakest and darkest days
Omertà, dominated by fear
Perhaps born of these ailments
cracked up to be
And I can't say I blame you
For throwing the towel in or buying more fame
by cashing your chips in
But with all of your talent, and so
?? because my mom couldn't handle me
I'm crazy as fuck, you better duck when my nine's out
Be dreading my life, you lose yours, that's how you find out
To make your World B Free
No shoppin' sprees, there ain't no stoppin' me
Here's the feed, not the weed
Got the seed, Godspeed what you need is
Jesus
To make your World B Free
No shoppin' sprees, there ain't no stoppin' me
Here's the feed, not the weed
Got the seed, Godspeed what you need is
Jesus
already know she want that sauce cause
I feel so high, I can't let a minute go by when I'm with you (when I'm with you)
Said when I'm with you, oh no no
beat it
B*tches be dirty so I cannot eat it
Spin some blocks run it back and repeat it
Taking some shots like it is a free kick
Hop on my wave you n****s
like it, I really don't give a damn
[Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent?]
Sometimes
[Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you
when a n-gga never had a quarter
Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin’
But I gotta take my hat
stand
Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
You gotta take responsibility for your own man
Zonin', two blunts a mornin', by sunrise sometimes
2017, I was nobody
Fast forward 3 years, now look at me
I turned my n*ggas from the bench to the all-star team
They see me winning on IG, b*tches DM
know them.
I didn't shoot marbles with ya and you ain't no kin.
Kissin' ass like you be doin, look, you ain't no men.
The only reason you talkin' crazy
I like to think this world is crazy
Hey see ya now
Sometimes I feel this world is crazy
Loco
The guns coming in by the boatload
Juvenile dem
flooded with tears
Who knew with pain you be repaid for keeping it real with your peers
At times it seems my life's been laid out and setup for failure
shit
I learned that from the G's
A G is a overseer, the overseer sees
More than you do cause he gets experience
And besides I'm just a juvenile
and Remember to Pray
The same face you get upnand see everyday
Moretime a just stress and it a get all a way
But where there is love,There gotta be hope
So hold
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
[Bahamadia]
I'm mystical; don't be deceived by the visual
Visible preference is pure; patent it back to metaphors
Greetin' 'em Illa del style wild
the penitentiary
So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip
Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips
And when ya think about that you say, "It'll be
the penitentiary
So I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip
Watch my back sellin crack and pack two clips
And when ya think about that you say, "It'll be
down on your knees to the penis,
The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but I never did seen it
I'm larger than large, if you came home with
dangerous, I come real wit this
And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping
By any means necessary, you can't get buried
I may come wit a smile
and mixed up is how I feel
I walk the streets with a fuck you attitude
And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
Follow the crowd or be
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