Lyrics:
father's stem cells,
Perfect for the transplant.
God doesn't work by percentages.
We trusted God with all our heart
My dad had had skin cancer,
Any
loans
Yeah 4.0 hoes
With the stupid dome
White girls with a fat ass
That's my Kryptone
Burnin' my bones
Turning me into ashes
They just use us
For
eight
That's when he quit the dealin
And he started livin straight
To be there for his chirren
Stead of rottin in a cage
But now he barely payin rent
With
to procreate,
And give back what I was given, a life worth livin'.
And I, am Still Standing, unscathed.
Pain is for suckers to feel.
MC's are running out
bitch , fame is a bonus
I'm on my haters radar like "Oh shit"
See me killin and I'm livin by the ocean
And you know who I'm chillin on the coast with
Call
By the end of my payday
40 hours a week every week and my check is still weak
But ain't no use in bickering
As I'm planning to get rich I set back
last week, I'm tryna fuck her friend (That shit light)
And if I hit your bitch once, then I can fuck again (Yup)
11-hour drives, bitch, I'm on my way
fade it
Pull up to ya spot probably not with a weapon
Bitch, how you buggin'? You a opp and I'm stretching. This 40 got kick. Don't get toasted for
Most nights i'm in need by eleven
Sleeping gotta wake up at seven - forty five
And then I got an hour long drive, It's my demise
And I'm going
They try to be me like what I been doin' is easy
No Zz been gettin' three hours of sleep a week
This my season been making connects nothin' less
I been
life, I'm just sharin' my testimony
But could you imagine bein' me, for one hour, one day
One week, one month, one year? Get out of here
You'd never
have gotten
You know music on a whole, never mind just hip-hoppin'
I'm in the club, three hours and change
DJ spinnin' Top 40, we be hearin' all day
to the king
Appointed by above thy, man above and who is also to my left wing
For the father for the son the Holy Spirit trinity
No more punching Jesus piece i
C'mon, man, roll outta bed, please c'mon
Diss me say my name in a song
Oh, God give me a minute
Damn, son, you ballin' now, two hours
A hundred
Diplomat takeover
40. Cal:
These rappers better keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in they mouth
What they complaining about,
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
a zima.
Roll around the club forty times in ya beamer.
Lease by ya moms watch the don flow like water.
Next week you scrape to buy pampers for your
soulmate, to procreate
And give back what I was given, a life worth livin
And I, am still standing, unscathed
Pain is for suckers to feel
Mc's are running
to the genocide?
Questioning the systematic imprisonment of his mind
Every week he's compromising, 40 hours of his life is
Spent enriching men who don't care if he's
Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
I just started rappin', been four weeks since she came out this free, niggas all on counterfeit
I remember them
never knew that a static cost money
And tryna catch man's never gonna bring P's in (It's not)
Hands-free, edge quid for a squeezin'
Forty-eight hours
Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs
(??) herb AK's all kinds a guns
'Til the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run
Nimbus you saying that's super killed that I'm staying true to the shit by displaying proof I'm equipped for this
Uh, big difference between quickness
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