Lyrics:
to blast out, but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man
Here is something you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
Don’t even need to use bumble
To get a sweety like truffles
I got 10 Gs in my duffle
Not only weed but a couple of racks
I keep on just doubling that
So
the signs
I passed by on my way
I just couldn't be
Around me
And still feel
Alive
How did I get here?
Stuck in my head
I've been away too long, too much was
'm a little poor
Tired cause I'm grinding hard
What you out here grinding for
Not drugs or whores
Stuck inside the room it gets a little looney so just stay
of everything I thought had to accompany my music it became my burden. It just got stolen from me. I said, What is this? How did this thing that I love so much so
hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all
around here tryin' to slang, nigga get jacked for the raw
Yeah, I'm clappin' at y'all
Niggaz ain't what they claim to us, learned the game from us
And try
careless
How I perished
Man somebody please call my momma
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
I don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
, but
I'm a person too!
Dad:Just give me the phone, moron... How you doin kiddo?
Good, dad...
You enjoyin your freedom?
Yeah...
Don't get anyone
Lets get it my guy
Talk to 'em
I have my Wheaties early morning
By the time that y'all be yawnin'
I be on my second workout
You should take this
girl standin' here? (Uh)
Yo, I can't get mad 'cause you look at me
'Cause on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in
girl standin' here? (Uh)
Yo, I can't get mad 'cause you look at me
'Cause on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in
critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps
lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get people to buy
Well how's this for
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
to blast out, but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man
Here is somethin' you can't understand
(How I could just kill a man)
without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinking, how you did me wrong
And I grew strong and I learned how to get along
And so you're back,
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did
And who knows what's in store
How did we get here from there
I got the wheel but can't steer
Going fast but don't get anywhere
You can't get there from here
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