Lyrics:
Eighteen years old, 'bout to go to college
'Bout to waste time, waste bread, get knowledge
Sun goes down and the world keeps spinnin'
Sun comes up
its eyes
Strong woman sitting there through the night by his side
Couple days went by and I finally cried
Thankful for the things that man did
Taught me
them down and sell ‘em to you.
Hardly is a sailor alive, who can keep the tears from his eyes.
As he remembers the good old days when there were no
Yeah Gotta speak the truth yeah nothing but the truth yeah
Dealing with the stress I'm just trying to maintain
Tell you bout the joy I can tell bout
of worrying bout the rest of my family, fuck
Ay
I don’t like saying goodbye
Man, I don’t like tell no lie
I don’t want be no regular guy
Boy, don't you know
'cause the truth I said in Zealots
Well let me tell it, Without Premier you couldn't sell it!
[Lauryn]
Murder that boy!
[Wyclef]
We 'bout
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
momma sister And my grandpa
My daddy always got me And he rep that
I need em riding shotty
I need me a lil milly for the Get back
Pay my shooters go
fake tea
Can't be rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read
I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for
ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, you know that you're my favorite piece
They was thinking 'bout your ass when they made this
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Because in this room, on this day
The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh!
The gift of life really means a lot
And in the ghetto your life is
you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' diss me, I'm
time
She take it opposite of mine
Cream heavy like a Wu-Tang rhyme
I take it black espousing a line
Like if it's good enough for grandpa then it's good
Because in this room, on this day
The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh!
The gift of life really means a lot
And in the ghetto your life is
ain't no time to react shit
Judge wanna convict me I ain't
Even much clap shit
Born sinner cause I was lookin for dinner
Tryin to feed my kids tell em
got for me baby)
Another day
Another opportunity
(Ayo what's going on over there)
To live
(What's goin on)
Dang
My alarm kept ringing
But that's okay
I
days, do you remember that
The good times that we had in big dig em lac
Do you remember Debra Proch when it was hot and steaming
Do you remember when
drafting up your will
I'm hanging out with Quinston
He is the coolest guy
Got 30k on Insta'
Always wears suit and tie
I tell him 'bout how good I am,
the coolest guy
Got 30k on Insta'
Always wears suit and tie
I tell him 'bout how good I am, but he says
"Bro, the people who are really good don't brag about it
of evil men is the indifference of GOOD men
I hope that by the time you are old enough to drive
That I have some better news for you, see a brighter side
I
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
Allow me to set the stage, rather the page, if I may, had my
Once, upon a time, blink of an eye, tears remain
Absent father same old song, but
a meanin' what I mean is get creative!
You know these curses got no purpose tell me something through your art
Your ears might love a catchy tune but I wrote
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