Lyrics:
Later.
See there! a man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
ripes with old age, if you got it
Now wake up you distressed, yeh yeh yeh
Under, under oppressor man affliction
Hell fire can't be quenched with water no
That mansion with the lambo
It's mad though
Just lost 12 in that bando
Angry, out here
Z's by the play park
Natural born hustler
3 a warlord, brave heart
B E N K S
And you know you're rocking with the best
Nutten cyan test
Ready
Man start from nutten long before one pop supm
Now we lock straps by dozen
As the sun shone down so early.
And as she washed, as she wrung,
She hung them out on the hazel wand,
She hung them out on the hazel wand,
And by there
the sewer dance when I die (when I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (when I cry)
I was born to kill, livin' is a crime (is a crime)
Nikes in
just to break free
From the Old Man
From the same sin
Still seems like the enemy is gonna win
Just when I'm think I'm out
I'm getting puled back in
Got
mercy
Lord by Your Grace she wants to live straight
But right now Lord she's too curvy
Perfect man is too dirty, Lord nobody can meet your standards
So
the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
He was born with drugs up in his veins
Because his momma was addicted to cocaine
A beast on the court
saving traps under code names
Moving with the bud real cautious, like it's cocaine
Riding solo doing my own thing, In my own lane
Never lacking peeped
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
the streets like the sewers let loose
Know my name rings bells in the game 'cause I'm the truth, keep hustlin'
I was born a hustler, I'ma die a hustler
I
an ordinary house wife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
But Alberto had a monster, he kept under his bed
And instead of letting it
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
nostrils
Reminiscent, backstabbed
by apostles
Revelation was the
rebel and revolution combined
This the prelude
for the apocalypse
Guilty pleasure seemin'
missing the map for my hearts ascend
A sinner by nature but born again
And listen to energy soar
Decision to savor the sentiment
Your spirit will deem whats
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
again then I would be born a different color
Tell my father to make sure he wear a rubber
Don't ruin another, would rather be in foster care
Under
the man
But we all know, yes we all know, he thinks he's born to glory.
Until he dies by the divine right of Kings
No one down here wants to give
every new born child
In every new born child
You're under pressure baby
Christ has returned he's returning
In every new born child
In every new born
feelin' right now
At five o'clock in the morning
The crack of dawn-in-a
Wella, Mr. Black Man tell me where you're heading
The last few years I watched
the bottom of the bottoms
There was nothing under me
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree
I was born in the trap tryna stay up
Driven by the desire to document
The lives under fire
Then present it to you through the wire
Had to struggle with gang codes
And navigate a path through
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