Lyrics:
we hit our knees and tell God truth
Can't stop the way we livin' just help us make it through
When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
HEAVEN IN A BOTTLE
It's gotta fix your mind up
And get you to the weekend
By loosening your wind up
It's gonna be your best friend
It helps you beat
miles
To chill with the man himself
I'd probably roll up one big fat one
And say thanks for creative help
But how high do I gotta get
To see angels in
what you love you have to make sacrifice
I made mines, I'm doing music
I'm an artist, I design
I'm motivating, I'm inspiring
I'm so wise
You gotta say
fuckin surprised
I want him dead or that boy onna rise
First time recording a song and I'm young as a bitch you gon see that I don't need no help
(When
be the last
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life
all kinds of thing that they not
I'm lost brother, can you help me
Can you help me brother, please
You see what we did, we lost the love
I'm
I give way too much of myself I know
Gotta do something for my health I know
Ain't no one round me to help me out
Asking my dogs hoping they'll be
blow just hope for doe I won't be waiting long
Gotta make it
If they don't wanna give it gotta take it
I don't wanna be the one stuck in the back taking
When I die
I don't really care if I go hell or heaven
I just wanna link my nigga NB
Cah I miss my goon hungry youngin
Hitting all these one-on-ones
exist
I know those that quit on me, they gotta be pissed
I went through the worst, made my heaven on earth
Just to get passed them gates, I was hoppin'
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
and your Mommy waiting on our little gift from Heaven
Pray to God he sends you safe, all I ask for
And pray your Mom will be fine like a glass full of
Wine,
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
called reality
Where hell is a fallacy
And Heaven is a fantasy created by man, so don't believe in it
You came in here with nothing then your leaving
In this life you got yourself
Be ya own hero nobody gotta help
Can't worry bout the things that's out of yo control
Just lock in on yo goals let
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven, ain't no G's hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I'll change if you help
moderation
Respect for mother earth and all of its creation
In modern times it's all about the mighty dollar
Heaven ain't got no money makes me wanna holler
I
condemnation
Lies and trepidation spread like rashes the actions of fascists
Enraptured with raping our democracy no modesty
Honestly these oxymorons gotta be
on her tittes
I am that nigga and that's evidently
The flow so Heaven sent
Beam on the Glock shout out Thomas Edison aye
Presidential Rollie on me feeling
Mason died, Nardski died too (Rest in peace)
I listened to my to music
My spirit lead me through
My brothers in the clutch (Thomas Boys)
And bound by
Thomas, we packs a bigger gun
The updated version of the glamorous life
Sees me, the nineties Negro that's got a black wife
Believe me, clenching
the daytime with the light?
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it?
But will
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