Lyrics:
I should know
The time it don't hide for no-one
Who ever told you life was fair was lying bro
Cause some unlucky cunt's getting struck by a lightning
But I was alone
And I walked out alone
Surrounded by
Everyone else
And I stayed at the camp
Until it was over
Alone
Writing to Michael
Struggling
'm the star player
Put a bullet in his atrium
Fuck a heart grazer
Hitmonlee, stick got mega kick
Beyblade chop
Up the stick and I'll let it rip
Rolling out with
- all except two.
It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life
forever. My brother Michael,
the one person who was my guiding light,
my
my name is not Jeezy (Yeah, yeah)
Inspired by the greats Tip, Drake, Pac & Weezy
I know it wasn't easy but they make it look easy
Death before dishonor
fact, it's for free
And if it's anything less than real, that ain't for me
What's so hard about saying I did good if I did good?
Why you got to find
a trick
Got your chick
Suckin' on this dick
Ain't that boutta bitch
I don't fight
Sending all my dogs
Like I'm Michael Vick
Hit up O
Said he got a banger
I
the rest of it
I failed to bring Sinoptic off a precipice
Cos I was stressed with it, I let my head just quit
And chose the easy route instead of grit
And my
"what's in the bag" he says "two acres of plants
It's easy going in but hell gettin out
I want to make this paper and I think I know how
surprise surprise I
Mmm
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah (Woo, hoo)
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah
Remember the story from way back when
It was a day I
got ppl from the city
That'll make you easy like fore play
Wordplay
Will leave an artist thinkin they was N.O.R.E.
Swear y'all the reason
That I even
mad
Uh-huh
And I said
Hey John Michael Montgomery won't mind
If I take a song and make it mine all mine
Like I did so many times with old Tim
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin'
ain't getting it back
Shawty is so ratchet, baby I'm so ratchet
You so bomb with that, I got to have it
I got to have it, like a 9 I got to blast it
So
ain't getting it back
Shawty is so ratchet, baby I'm so ratchet
You so bomb with that, I got to have it
I got to have it, like a 9 I got to blast it
So
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
swear to god it’s got me feeling reflective.
Look in the mirror I love what I see but I gotta dig deeper and be introspective
I’m getting love I ain’t
easy does it
I find it hard to smoke with no interruptions
Mom's crying, police sirens, the blocks hot
Got PTSD from all these gunshots
Where I’m from
that i'm wasting your time
Then tell me boy why you still here
You like being put on the line
And i like to play it by ear
We got a lot to define
You say
Michael Jackson dance before TV at granny's
It was so funny, but I felt happy
Free, smiley and snappy
I hope it comes to life, I mean my Teddy, please you
I remember all the moves we making
I remember all the steps we taking
I remember all the girls i dated
Some was real and some was fabricated
Michael
Got that drop, but there's more of them than us
So it's the dots I'm choosing
Cumbo, ding-dong cruising
Spot me a opp and pray I don't lose him, juice
Gargle beatas you stabbin' that heart or haul
It's the habit that scarred the nina
But I'm buzzin' shots by the dozen
Dare of the crew, Caribou Lou
And I doubt that ever change
For my ambition
Easy to dream a dream, though it's harder to live it
They gon love me for my Ambition
Easy to dream
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