Lyrics:
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
blood and songs are swords
Everybody should be able to afford
Home, food, and a job to work
We the people gettin' robbed
By these corporate jerks
I wonder
the falls to the stone
Never the right time to say something
I never have to let you go
Just gonna need some time for breathing slow
I see a loaded gun
a gun, more than a knife
The tip of your tongue just glitter
Would the pain always win your gain? (Nah)
How could you bet? It's damn checkin' game
of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
Money marv, you fooling on these beats boy
Uh uh huh
I can't trust a soul since my bitch did me wrong
I can't find emotions to fit in this song
this songs is gonna tell me ??
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his
here the same old song...
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons
By any means, by any cost I'm out here
trust
But like lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed
But that's why I stick with my duns like I stick with the guns
Don't get mad rip your
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
hard
Please, get up and take brown tip punk
'Cause you might get dumped
Your producers are bitin', your gettin' paid but your lame
And no two songs
on the right track
Now where do we go from here?
Sick and tored of worthless statements
Pissed off with the same old songs
You stuff your moral rule book
The Law doesn't matter
Meaning is fuck him too
Of course myself too
The fucking is too harsh
Name your last name by song
The fucking is too harsh
Name your
Tired ah livestream and party online
Well waa fi go ah Dance fi see Pam wine
I had a nice dream we had a grand time
By a landslide da one yah on time
I got this money I left them in awe
One op, two op, three op, gone
Niggas be dead by the end of the song
If my bro Catch this body, he won't make it
[unreleased cover version of the Phil Lynott/Gary Moore song]
It doesn't matter
if you're wrong or if you're right.
It makes no difference
if you're
don't win winners don't qiut
I remember my friends the ones that gone
So mi made up me mind by the Grace of God
Kill them with love i will never give up
(memories)
Again, again and day by day (by day), I’m growing world you know, I’m sway (sway)
[Verse 2]
Lie down there’s one more shot from my gun (my gun)
Man
creating da ba say,
Just praying for a better day, burning Babylon while I'm singing this song, this
Little girls wanna find their comfort, Rejected by
of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone
the lucky one
Got a blank while we played
Our roulette guns
And it kills that I’m the lucky one
And if your there then you know that by now
So goodbye for now
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
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