Lyrics:
a place
In Your arms of love strong enough?
Will You carry us, carry us through?
Eighteen weeks of chemo, six doses of hell
A family bucket of pills a day
whats next
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, Don't say I won't
Get it
yo fat ass
Nikocado Avocado
Just fuckin' called me
And he said he's jealous
Of your fuckin' fat bitch
Like damn bitch
You poor as hell
'Botta hit you
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like
I be fuckin' hoes every day
you'd swear it was for sale
Down at the hardware store where he kept a running tab
He'd stop by a few times a week 'cuz that's just what he did
And he'd
ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,
but I'll never know by living, only my dying
designer yea it's out of date, you copped that shit off clarence
All this money I got it by myself, hell nah it ain't inherited, that broke nigga shit
if it only get heard by a few
Where the hell are you? Move can I catch now never got the clue
Stickin’ two of my flocks on two doin’ with the sue
of God."
And by the time they find his body six weeks later
Well hell, she's a thousand miles away.
And I wonder
Baby why don't you cry? Baby why
You Uh huh Holier than though Christian
And who's team is this?
Right? judgmental
Is this your team?
To the T and rude as hell
Or is this your daddy's
ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,
but I'll never know by living, only my dying
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
Who carries your burden, who
trust to help to carry us through
Black Jesus
Some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon' fail
And it ain't hard to tell, we dwell in hell
as life gets harder
And I laugh at my mistakes
This time that now were all grown up
This town it was never big enough
So tell me why the hell would I
out of breath
I pray, then I fast, then I counter press
Spent a week in the sticks, but tonight I'm at my South address
Ah, you know how it gets
Work all week and you poor by the weekend
Jerks wanna creep try to choke
You while you sleeping
All cause we spit raw
No if there's a leak and
Everybody
classified
Tomorrow mystified
Next week I'll feel alive
And let you all inside
Today I'm fortified
By own will cast aside
Next week I'll feel alive
I feel so
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
Who carries your burden, who
changes for the better
I got that plaque you made signed by my idol
And I'm working 55 hours a week
There's just so much I could tell you
And I'll never get
Searching for Black Jesus, oh yeah
Sportin' jewels and shit, you know what I mean?
Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
Young Kadafi in this bitch,
on the low
I was out in L.A. walkin' 'round like the po'
Got a stick in the coat 'cause these niggas be on me
I love what I do, but this shit make you phony
Ugh, what up y'all?
Yeah (Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?)
Y'all ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that First
killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes
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