Lyrics:
to the streets
From that dirty gun play
Some killed by the police
Just for being a black man
One thing that's a known fact
That we all gone have to leave
by me,
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving.
Some people feel like hip hop died,
With it’s pride, skateboards, and skinny jeans,
When DJs stop spinning
the mirror in
Searching for your reflection
Imagining
It was clockwork trying to convince you
Why did I waste my time
The minute hand kept turning
Until years
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
be fiancée, she fuck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Some people drink less than the tears that you cried
And that is why I'm glad that pop punk died
Recycling melodies from a guy named Chad
Your lyrics
need ventilation
Funeral home need renovation
I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation
Nigga when you died, did your bitch a favor
Nigga, we
on back
Inside the livin' room, oh, ah ah
I been doin' right knowin' you
Do right by your child (Oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get BaBa
Self made
favorites have a hard time
Just for a while
Just for a while
I love your smile
For a while
Just for a while
I love your smile
For a while, for a while
Oh man
Searching for the reason why I've gone
But I will always be here
By your side, through the darkest night
Here I'll stand on the firing line
Here I
You walk by the magazines
Sitting on the rack at the CVS
One more sad movie star divorce
Three hundred died in an airplane wreck
And you think
There's a star spangled heaven for every soldier boy
Who fights to keep our country clean and free
So soldier trust in Jesus let him fill your heart with
we're sent to paradise
We've all been lost in this fight for years
It costs us blood, no time for tears
Into your hearts, I'm striking fear
A head for
like years
Remember South by, taking Xanax out your purse
We was high, love on our mind
Heavy vibes, souls intertwined
I am not going to lie, I damn near
them and buck on them bitches I don't give a fuck about the tears!
I could've died for real!
He kept me alive for real!
I'm losing my feelings for real!
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
saw your eyes, lately
Caught me by surprise, baby
Done with all your lies, baby
Done with all your lies
Tryna see you for a little while
I remember when
inside the livin' room, oh, ah-ah
I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (oh, God)
Outside church shoes, so don't get a Bible
Self-made
the pavement so loud
They’d water the flowers I’d pick and hand out
To you one by one yea for each of my vows
That I’d comfort you daily
Your love yea it changed
of your tears
And I'm sitting here in the dark
Afraid to make a stupid call
Wishing I could bum a light
From the ghost of the gang tonight
Tonight
body
I doubt, though, that most men can see
Beyond your body"
I left town for 6 months, bummed around
Came back i had never forgotten Cass, but
We'd had
these niggas ain't no love for these bitches
I'm in a love wit dem digits got a lust for dem triggers
Niggas get kilt by who they know nigga it's hardly
heat under your hilfiger
I bet you knew that was a nigga
When you least expect it, come and get ya
Now picture I'm up and ready for the bastard
I was too
Long live mad
I still miss my brother
I shed tears everyday
I'tryna numb my pain that's Why I'm Poppin pills everyday
I Still go to your grave and I
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