Lyrics:
The Price i Pay To See My Son
And apologies in advance for the typos
As I am speaking from the heart as
A man who has had enough
Today i got a call
I'm feeling like mike on my Billie Jean
Know that my momma is proud of me
Told her to beat it I know she ain't wanna leave
Why she keep trippin I
I got a few songs in drill
I got a few songs where my heart get on that
Minimum combat
Not me wrong man
Me I stay silent mic where I contact
Caught
Teddy wants to decline
To entertain all your piss taking jives
I tell you my name
I'm identified by
And when the station verifies
You realize what I
BBS
BBS
BBS SHITTT
Ya time
Time
Wait for no man
Jean Grey
I'am your Logan
I'am your Logan
I thought you was da one
I thought you was da one
True one
not what it seems (Haha)
I feel asleep inside a trunk (Yeah) , uh
Your hypnotized, yo' man an opp
Drugs in my jeans, I need to stop
As soon as I see
your spine
Gonna die by design I'll just wait and bide my time
Robbery you're a flea quarantine break your knees
Brain bleed I can't read!
Put you six
"But I got you, I know you hurtin' and you need it" (man)
I gave your momma fifty, but the rest of that I'm keepin' (okay)
Nigga, you got life, where
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
my cup it make me feel like Bane
Hop in a coupe smack tinted I feel like Bruce Wayne
Sum like a knight in armor don't get yo bitch slanged
Me and K had
eat without a sound
Digesting England by the pound
Young man says
"you are what you eat" - eat well
Old man says "you are what
You wear" - wear well
You
(wise, yeah)
I got older (yeah), I got wise (wise)
I got fat pockets, but my jeans tight (tight, tight)
Keep that gun on me, bitch, I won't fight (pop
to hear a bitch nigga mouth
I took a hook in the road to get in the mode, geronimo
Get in my jeans, white tee, Cleveland fitted
Hoes know me 'round
money go get paid young man get paid
And fuck everything in the way
I take a g out the rubber band straight out my jeans and my other hand steamin
in the crowd, if you see 'em, point them out
Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene
Folarin be ballin' for all y'all to see
Ain't I something?
in the crowd, if you see 'em, point them out
Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene
Folarin be ballin' for all y'all to see
Ain't I something?
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
parked, I'm the pilot
Trust and believe the Lord planned this
No hesitation, plus I'm done waiting
Do it my way, stay blessed, I'm sorry Satan
Can't no man
Misjudged by the cover
Hear my tune you won't recover
My farewell to you so very true
When I'm feeling blue who's there for you?
Oh I'm just a lonely knight
like me
For the best days of my life
I may not be a poet
'Cause I ain't so good on words
I may not stand before you like a knight
In shining armor
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