Lyrics:
stood my ground
I'm where I want to be
I feel good mentally
I refuse to let my past define me now
Wasted life believing I was wrong a thousand times
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
The green leaves of Summer are callin' me home.
'Twas so good to be young then, in a season of plenty,
A man envisioned a dream
Fifty-two years later, Dr.King wouldn’t believe what he could see
Racism hiding through the leaves
Discrimination is how
Sayin you love me
I love how you lie
I might be tweaking
I'm out of my mind
I can't be out
If you're not by my side
Yeah
So this is the guy I like
I'm gonna go out with him tonight yes
He'll take me home by nine
I'll ring when I arrived
I'm gonna be alright
I can see
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway
Featuring the Dirt Dog
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be
Look good in that magazine
Haile Selassie I
They look after I
God will receive us
Got me like jesus
Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being
dream eater, eater, eater (hmm)
We up, we up, we up
Hope you know the good Lord see ya, see ya, see ya
Don't let yourself get beat up by this dream eater,
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
)
Yeah, I promise to keep it G and live by the code
R.I.P. to my niggas, God bless they soul
Niggas be switchin' colors like a Morse code (yeah)
I swear
I'm ready to drop, shit be fifty a pop
You better let me know if you want it or not
Yo it's gonna be gone by the end of the day
'Cause shit from Y2K
flipped that shit and took the bands
And went and bought a Masi (vroom)
Ridin’ with the 40 by me, 2021 for 'em
My brother on parole
He still ridin’ with his
at the stars while I’m chillin’ in my bed
She a 10 and she cool and she give me some head
I see the vision and I know it I’m there by a thread
Let’s admit
There's something 'bout me
Baby
You got to know
You got to know.
I get off on fifty seven chevies
I get off on a screamin' guitar
Like the way it gets me
Supported me first
This a gift and a curse
Staying up late at night
Just to finish a verse
Cause the vibe won't be the same
If I go to sleep
That's why these
my hope all I do's compare
Got a couple cents if you need to change
Sitting by the corner just to sit in pain
Anybody out there?
No one remains, you
hacer amigos
Yo me siento y yo pienso
Que cuendo chiquito yo tenia un sentimiento
A feeling that I would make it
It's happening now or later
25 cents
with me, my drive-thru Like a smoothie king, on a Friday
I'm selling kale and I'm selling beans I'm goin' crazy my people got me by Any means
A real
and leave that bitch on the news (ooh)
Nigga be runnin' they mouth to a bitch
That's somethin' I can't do (somethin' I can't do)
Nigga like me, I got
rap shit I say is for real
A lot of why'all bitches be good earners with two out
Take too many chances, chillin with niggaz, lampin
Profilin, wildin,
to insatiate
Yourself with a good sense
Them bitches only are 2 cents
Yeah
I be those edibles,
Yeah
I been thinking about edibles till i gotta sell
When the time had come
i knew i would be with you
come on baby
show me what you can do
I wanna be you lover
could u be my lover?
CodeFive
I’m just
dream got her wishing
Number twelve gon lock up fifty-seven six
That you know blocked up fourteen and fifty--two
What a duo
Ten gon run by and say you
Ya Bitch da gang all my niggas on dat dumb shit
Knock a nigga bitch now she sending me the funds quick
3 50's yea we sliding lil niggas bout smash shit
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