Lyrics:
hundred million dollars
To get me up tomorrow
I won't go down with the ship
I will put my hands up and surrender
There will be no more flags above my
any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity
All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any more
Deeper than hades he brings to his side
Watch the youngin' walking down
His end game official
I start my day off bag
Chasing right by Oglethorpe
Equipped to let that K off
Drag racing in
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
and hold your breath
You're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
"Children, children, get your hat"
"Mama, Mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said
"At least that nigga ain't ugly!"
Placed me in his arms snuggly
Laid me on my mother
Finally,
eyes on gangsters
With hot gaping spaces
Hands full of aces, pockets on swole
Glassy-eyed aiming from my own grassy knoll
Leave JFK’s head just a big
always comes through
Oh my fault, hold up, wait, let me tell you who
Ready Rock see, here's a brief description
Of the things that he can do in his musical
underoos sat on the toilet bowl
And let the hand I hold the mic with take control
Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
I'm thinkin' about
can all die together
Im a mother fucking problem, with an X and Y chromosome
And I godless the child who can hold his own
Well connected in these
Yeah, trap, cell (Trap), Mac, no Dell (Let's go)
Leave a nigga, stale (Stale), tec, no Kel (Bah!)
One hand, Odell (One hand), slime, snail (Slatt)
Remember em nights we ain't had no heat, hot water, take cold showers
I'd sit inna dark, late night by myself, just thinkin, sad nigga hours
Was just
time to wonder how his hand would feel
They fell in love when he lived right across the hall
Now it took hours for her to hold his hand at all
Time
nigga !!!!
Got dat power in dem trenches ....yeah
My homie rolling powder in his dutches ... yeah ,
Allah I know you hear me , can you hold my
you paint see a soul
Most of these niggas say its smoke but that shit synthetic
Catch em round all his home boys he get all energetic
Catch em by his
a tree of life to those who take hold of her;
those who hold her fast will be blessed.
19 By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations,
by
your way
But at the end of the day
What he gone say
He can't stop what God got planned
Hold onto God's unchanging hand
Hold onto God's unchanging hand
a righteous life with no invisible man
Reaching his giant arm down from heaven
To hold my retarded little hand
I bet it looks like footprints in the sand
Oh
on a cross
Never lost what he lost yet still I get lost
I still stumble but I try to get back up
I never fall but I try to get back up
He holds my hand I try
bitch, I use the hands but blick up
Niggas doing drive by's stick inside the pickup
Niggas know when I arrive the whole scene lit up
Bitch I'm from the set
I'll let it milly
Give nina the dick
Now she moving silly
Get shot in the back
I treat em like Ricky
And cuz got a drum
That shit a hold 50
No he got
demand
Shoulda read that label
You would see that your threads are number
By a master craftsman
In creation you was hand crafted
Yea
See if we really knew,
friends' skins, since he was lost,
Now his ashes sit in a box with his name embossed,
But that can't hold his spirit, he can't be contained,
Jeremy was like
He knows my name, He knows it all
Through the darkest night He holds me close
Oh I can trust him, He knows the way on His own
So I can stay safe here
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