Lyrics:
strengthen through it (yeah)
I just took the odds against me, and I risen through it (that's right)
Take it back to them contracts and I'm fishin' through it
deGrasse Tysons
They inspired by squealers
That's doing lifings
I get three hours of sleep
Just to get better
These cowards, they out here sour at me
Petty
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
was the shit we
Was bumping with a pocket full of weed back at sixteen
I was small, pops still called me pipsqueak
Now when I go below fourteenth
shared is nearly done
And I'm goin' back to the place where
Folks like me are from
My people won't forget me
They'll kill me if I try to fight
won't back down till I'm done
Hear me out and utter none
Now is the moment
I'd better take my chances
Better take my chances now
Never gonna slow down
her, always coming back like karma
Talking bout me, you better add a comma
I ain't with the drama, yeah, yeah, I ain't with the drama, yeah, yeah
Aye
03 out of gas, I can't switch back to this demon, huh
Runnin right to the bag, get that shit by any means, uh
I done got my badge i NBA 2K16 him
to O-P-E-N
They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again
Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins
Time is all behind me, this
Global mogul, ex-lover, I ain't tryin' to hold you
Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth
Low brim, Soulja Slim, cover me, I'm goin' in
bitches counted me out (yeah)
Now I'm back, I got 'em shocked, these bitches droppin' they mouth (mouth)
Lil' Runaway, my friend mama helped me out
I
desecrate my virgin eyes)
Infatuation passes by (no you shouldn't feel this way)
Baby doll I have to say (bring it back) is
Dance with me (oh) the way
in the well that can wish ya' boy well
Cells eaten by cancer got me lookin' for answers
Doctors say my daughter won't grow up to be a dancer
Just
ain't really my type
I show love and they stab me in the back with a knife
I took the knife and cut dough with it, now we alright
What you know about
some ties with some homies
I had to get on my grind by my lonely
I don't need nobody but me and my .40 (go)
Nobody but me and my daughters
Don't need
dead friends and witness the bizarre, horrid dictales as told to you by your favorite serial clown slaughterers, the ICP!! So who will be brave enough
rules everything around me
I got bars, I'm white, and see
Look, yeah, A-Rag, he gave me that name
It's nice
I like your motherfuckin' hat, yeah
I'ma
on me like you know me, I was by my doley
Asked me for a picture, checked my Rollie and said "Okey dokey"
That fan love, I decide to give my fan a hug
I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head
right now.
Nobody's gonna hold me down, no.
Cause you can't hold me back no more
No, I'm not turning around, I've come too far off the ground
I gotta go
even
Know cause They wearing uniform every day Riding down Tara walking up Flint
Stop by the Sunoco get me some chips
Step in your backyard might take
I'm so Brooklyn
I talk my shit cus I could back it up
If a bitch hating on me
I don't really give a fuck
Ima Brooklyn Queen
I don't know her,
I go by name no pain
Skrrrrr papa
Pizzy give them
I go do lika dis I go do lika dat for your matta for your matta
Give it to me
Like never before
Late nights Cold days
Too many fights
You Pissed at Me
Threaten to leave
And I believe
This could be
The last time we ever see
We're face
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