Lyrics:
Hop
Picked the "Truth" beat for Beanie
And I was in the session with him, I had my demo with me
You know, like I always do
I played a songs, he's
and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
Just take a look at what they made me
Do
He say Let it go
she say let it go
They say let it go
But I cant let it go
My pops gone
Big homie
Kevin gone
time for cortez
I know deep down I got a temper
So if you hated on me al yeah I Remember
Soon to be the king like simba
Watch it Getting rid of my scars
You brought me through
I'll thank You, and give all my praise for the rest of my days to You
I can't forget that day You came into my heart to stay
I
the streets
So even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel me
He never knew his pops
His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block
Thug life
Rollin in my ride like a young lil mack and I'm bad
By the name of Pacheco
Some of them call me Pachuco
Cause I got the brim hat but right now I ain't zoot
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
Yea. Story time homie.
A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
Talking RIP Tees All the stains left me tainted
Blazing
Trials he be facing
He faking
Writing isn't sacred if the writings for a statement
Pure motivation
don't need to be cliche either way
He's the gay who was too afraid of me today
Cause I tweeted that he'd be
Sniped by a Green Beret check the timeline
Yo,
me free)
I done asked God one too many times for forgiveness
Fuck it, the black coupe is tinted
I'm pushing past 65 on Old Chatham Road
By where
he don't need that coffin
Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah,
he don't need that coffin
Most n****s would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah,
How you grasp is is defined by grace
He look like Credo in Gucci
Feeling fresh your shorty gon seduce me
Said you can find me where the loot be
Madibas
say shit to me, Alhamdulillah
It's strictly by faith that we made it this far
I'ma product of my environment
Call me 401, K, this early retirement
I'm humbled by the people I'm inspirin'
You said you wanna work but it's obvious
He brought me through hard trials
He brought me through tribulations
Never let a day go by and not realize
Had not been for the Lord who was on my
on that dark, he changed the heart
Brought in some brightness
Messiah in my column
Yet you say I'm Christless?
Saved by Grace in Him he made me righteous
ain't been the same
These percs can't fix the pain
Cortez on my feet for the memories
He move slower than a centipede
Talk tough can't get to me
His girl
bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
asked us all just to choose Him though
Cursed the flesh so that resurrection
Would still redeem the soul
In life forever brought by the Spirit
You should
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
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