Lyrics:
sit right
I wasn't ready for the end times
Baby that don't sit right
Never let them see you're shaken by your troubles right?
Like you can't lose your
whilst you look up and see the rank that I be on
The confidence is all me
The energy that you feel
Oh baby you best believe
That time always makes things
momma I keep all the receipts
Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news
Put my faith God I don't need nobody else
I was tryna do my best
But I couldn't do it by myself
When I was lookin for yo love
Ain't nobody give me
Rockville, Maryland
7:36 am. Where a biracial baby was born
To a black father and a white mother
Father that wasn't there, addicted to
Crack cocaine,
to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm
way around it yea I'm
Coming back
Even if I gotta run around this
World and Back
I'ma do my best to find you yea
I'm coming back
Are you ready
Yea
a problem, those are the best thoughts that I have
I can still remember holding you in my arms, watching you trying to laugh
Baby girl, you got the prettiest
a state of ascendency,
Rank above you what’s left of me,
Nothing but horrid tendencies,
Warrant to fuck trajectory,
Like a broke man hung to death
to be you
[VERSE II]
Fix me baby, I'm broken
We could be the best partners
Will you run away
break up when I get checks
to spend on new problems
Maybe
Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds
Damn BT
D-Diamonds water, I am the best like Calder Call me daddy, not a father
Big up against, she back at her like a lawyer
Having motion going
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
and restaurants, I don't know)
Yeah... yo...
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel
Found out was gonna be a father life had turned for the best
I took the bottles off my mind was thinkin family instead
Told all these hoes dont even
Front row center in that little white church
I was singing at a baby laying in a manger
Eight years old wearing angel wings
Yeah, and to this day
of a anchor
Bout to hit em with the storm best say yo prayers
Cant take this all at one time i'll pull the layers back, uh
I got trained by an army of lions
Awkwardly across the kitchen floor to your best
Your first breaths that we can call words
In your father's lap on November 23rd
They were "live for me",
Queens, New York, left, rack, body them
I'm used to running the blocks with no cardio
You want to be the best so they rank you
And me and Nas back good, so
Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He gone North for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
Dear Alexandra
I know we ain’t end on the best of terms but like
Yeah I just really gotta get this off my chest you know?
Shit where do I start?
Look
all in my bed
And that twat Leaks no Nee Nee
She say I do too much
I don't give a fuck, I flex off GP
I'm tryna get paid by the minute
I can't live how
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