Lyrics:
moves by myself
With a strap in my belt
I got 50 rounds left, so you better Watch your step
If I let this bitch go, ain't no Calling for help
9 1 1 what's
ain't the same
Listen my Brody
The Story in fours
Early in the hood, I can't trust a Soul
I should of never got up off of the Porch
How I'm the hell are
and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military
My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress
You gotta be goin' my way
I've been on this fuckin' highway for hours
These amber waves of grain
Just passin' by as I see through the rain
Ball that
she train me how to set my soul free
Bounty Hunters capture me, in carbonate they froze me
I am the Dark Oder my two sons are Thor and Ockie
In
Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee
From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City
I arose from my frozen abode in the north
I'll protect and cherish them therefore she'll Be by my side
What if you find, a dime, who is
Truly refined
I won't think of her body I'll focus in
flagrant
So I chose to keep my distance
Devilish with the pen
The lord has been my witness
Quick ball out the park like I'm Willie Mays
(Hey!) Mr. Mono, can
Everything you will hear in this album
Everything,
Are my thoughts and feelings on what’s happened to me this past year
Jeremiah
I’ve been having
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
(Thank God I learned that money talk)
She said "dont force that shit"
"Man look ima force" what I told that bitch
Told her like dawg excuse my
ain't got no aim (talk to 'em Drag!)
Get at you rappers spit the stank in yo' lane
My shit been clapping since Don did "The Soul Train"
I'm back like
rappers, spit the stank in your lane
My shit been clappin? since Don did ?The Soul Train?
I'm back like when bakin? soda do cocaine
Drag to the Dash, I'm in
but you my cousin, how the fuck you say we kin
I refuse to be a nigga who can't get it when I want it
I ain't standin' by myself, but I'm gon' stand
dream about..
And also what.. you do with those dreams..
"So much soul" --> sample of Common Sense repeats
My life being held within the grasp of fate
cold nights
Not a dollar to my name
Thunderstorm outside I was standing in the rain
Asking God to guide my soul you don't know about the pain
Half
off
Keep my energy I'll pay it soon
Coming soon, little do I know I just fell in poon
I kiss foreheads and send ya love and bring more bread
I'm
make them wanna kill n others live it tryna make a mill
Rocking the instrumental like a dynamite .45 by my side
He can be what you wanna be the Marshal
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
Sold us a dream,
Still got us by a rope!
(Yeah)
People selling they souls just to get ahead.
Going to the government,
Just to feed they kids.
On welfare,
I got my flowers by twenty one
I got, I got, I got
'Cause I got nothing but sober In my baggage
It's now more easier to manage what used to damage
love, that is slavery
I shared all my dark secrets
Everyday I'm surrounded by my demons
The way you played me, god damn your such a genius
I drop
along the highway and rot away like some old high-line pole
Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul
Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
the wind like a nylon coat
Confidence of Dylon on hot fire smoke
Its spiritual
Bring my soul to a high note
You dont match hit my weed then No
Now roll
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