Lyrics:
starting all over again - a second chance
We'll even build a railway and tunnel to the coast
Go there for our holidays
Nothing can stop men like us
I've made
Don't know how we made it through the night (c'mon c'mon c'mon)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it..)
It was
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'Cause your ???
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it
even better.
Yeah,
Nerd from the ghetto paving
The streets with even greater plans.
This game creates an illusion
Of music moving forward and
I'm
Tommy Hil was my nigga, and others couldn't figure
How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor
Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven
I was unsure but now I know I really got the flow
Didn't have to plan it, I let Jesus take control
I'm sure
They ain't even have to let me know
I
better face it, don’t go half way through with your dream and lay adjacent.
You said you wanna eat, there’s the platter for the taking, don’t even need
to the plan
Waiting for the day that they label me the man and they watchin'
[Hook: L.O. Heemz & Corey J.]
Every status on the book, every flick on the gram
to the plan
Waiting for the day that they label me the man and they watchin'
[Hook: L.O. Heemz & Corey J.]
Every status on the book, every flick on the gram
business and devised a plan
Made a CD then he hit the block
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, uh, three years later
Stepped out
business and devised a plan
Made a CD then he hit the block
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, uh, three years later
Stepped out
it gives me better leverage, elevate
friendship 7
(Chorus) 2x
I'm real if you here or not.
For my day one's to the day I die
We aint lose no sleep
on the job by doing it on the job
By doing it on the job
You can always learn better by
Doing it on the job by doing it on the job
By doing it on the job
Even
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You
trying to take away our treat
Best believe in between the stars is where we compete
Finding better ways to make us fall even more deep
For her I'll
to the plan and all will go well
Do what it says a promise to tell
Stick to the plan even when it gets hard
Cause if the plans all you got you could never stray
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
more months and then I'm chucking up the deuces
All seemed right even had an exit strategy
But that didn't end up the plan God had for me
Boss called me
in my inner minds eye
Saying the life you living isn't even kind of wise
You better head back to the 9 to 5 Stack cash, survive,
The whole song
in a second
Bet nobody got skills on the mic like me,
Even Tyson couldn't cook a f****** chicken this hot, let's see
Who gon' step up in the ring
Get
melon popped
I slide round by myself dese niggas gotta hang with like seven guys
I ain't never needed help I did it by myself better recognize
And when we
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