Lyrics:
the first one without a budget
Got the characters at play, but they feel so static
Underwhelming
But you know they got heart
Cause I feel so alive, like
took off the streets
Tie some tons 'round your feet now you're swimmin' with the fish
Living like a kingpin, vacation every weekend
A demon for my
at the world
I got my grass green
And it's that simple
It's that simple right there
Right in front of you
This album ain't for your eyes it's for your ears
hood)
(The real hood, like three pair of pants)
My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)
(My moms is busting her ass) State my case
(Nigga,
laughing, my plaques' from album sales
Y'all is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
The new young Prince
No, no, that's good that's my passion
Farrakhan was not correct about
Everything in his
Career, but those points resonated with many
As he dispatched
rassi win 3aych «hemmmmha»
Mra love mra broken Heart my homies ra mrad
Trip f jbal
Dmaghi tayer
Nrja3 n7at album
Trip trip by my music
Trip trip by my
much of a man
To admit i shed a tear
But i got too much of a plan
To walk around in fear
Aint no fear in my heart
Only goals and motivation
I earned i
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart to make the being alone (yeah)
Easy, easy (talkin' to my younger self)
Pull out your heart to make the being alone
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
the year 2 oh eleven
The girl I dated broke my heart
And it made me think so hard
That maybe all I needed was a brand new start
Few days later on the 1st
Singing ride me so fast like a race car
Falling every weekend that's just who we are
Funny how my heart hurts when you go far
The only remedy is
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
But here I go again
Wreckless weekends, weekends
Led by my heart, not my head
Tearing this whole world apart
Bringing me down when it starts
And if
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
don't want to tell no lies
Stay right here, right by my side
Even better yet on my bedside
Yeah we can go out later tonight
Baby, it ain't no secret
What
for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating
full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul
for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating
you ain't my mother, I ain't trying to be your baby
Boy you ain't my brother, I ain't doin' you no favours (A weekend without Fiddies?)
Find me in
only find a weekend that ain't to tough
Impacta
When I'm on it
Going all my heart
I am doing
By and tee
When's your on and
By your arm and tee
the album's shit, and I poured my whole heart out for nothing
Music, film, and writing, damn I've cast a wide net
Looking for that one thing, but hasn't arrived
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