Lyrics:
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers
check out the album and you know what's
Going on. of course, the single as well.
Schwichtenberg:
Thanks for keeping the faith.
by your daddy on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
let me walk witchu
Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea
And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it
But you still held your ground
make it
But you still held your ground and came up out that basement
In the memory of those that we lost, it's deicated
We miss y'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
with me I'm on to bigger and better Things
I mad me a family
They told me they had some Dreams
I said let's get it
You need to breathe
Breathe
Breathe
you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)
[Chorus]
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
Y'all
it grab it like it was a soda can
What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you
enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest
You knew that already
And turned to the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
out the bed, told myself it's time to get it
Everyday is what you make it, peep the power of decisions
I'm trying to make some wise ones, but my past
mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at
I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how
keeps on getting to me
Uninspired, my fire is left in the sea
As am I, It is like there's no air left to breathe
But if you can believe
That you can
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
start to notice happiness don't come from album release
I've been through it before
Can only share with you what I know
To be true, but at the same
nobody gon' buy you like
That P-Miller clothing line
Or an album from No Limit
This is no gimmick
When I spit it's so prolific
I ain't worried about these
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
Killa, it's The Off-Season
Let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man
And don't check your watch, you know the time
Cole World, Killa
early baby
Two thirty baby won't you meet me by the be..
Carolina I breathe
I gotta hoodie on in this breeze
I gotta hunnit songs to release
I gotta
game
What's on your mind
Is what's on my mind
That's the way it's gonna be
I'm gonna find me a place I can hide
I want you right next to me
On I've
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