Lyrics:
And hold another in his hand
If you love the wanted man
You best hold him while you can
'Cause you're gonna wake up one mornin'
And find the man you
Need to get by before everything's
Get started welcome to the 100%
Gutta mixtape! Oh my god!
All my niggas, hold your head for me
Hold your head young
say my killing's too blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
And tell me you don't feel the same
If I was the real Jesus
If I was the real one
I'd say take my hand, let's go into the future
I've got you
I'm holding
Will You wash me clean in the palm of Your hand?
Will You hold me close so I can thrive?
When You touch me, that's when I know I'm alive
Down here
only ride with hustlers, by my side's a hustler
Got the mind of a hustler, soul of a king
You can't drink from this bowl if you wearing my ring
Those
need three or four hands, keep gettin' paper cuts
Shit, another paper cut I think I need a Band-Aid (shit)
I been gettin' Jacksons, baby, like my
'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
blatant
You hesitatin' I'm in your mama crib waitin'
Duct tapin' your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H
you can't hold me
How you was ballin in nosebleed
Sheet a paper cause Ik they be folding
Empty house and you'll think we was closing
R.I.P ain't seen my
stand
High in surrender
I need You now
Hold my heart
Now and forever
My soul cries out (If you feel comfortable lift your hands sing it out)
So
stand
High in surrender
I need You now
Hold my heart
Now and forever
My soul cries out (If you feel comfortable lift your hands sing it out)
So
Looking at it, this the real it
And you tell by how I feel it
If I was a drug, you could deal it
Selling my tunes like a bando
Hand to hand though
And I
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Jurassic Park lit
Bitch, I been at it
RattPack if you live and you
Die by that shit, get it tatted
I think I done had it now, hold up, wait up
Leave 'em
know by now, let me acquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme
They
to Jackson Square
I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
a trace
Of the blues
I just think of you, baby, I know
I've got a real thing, here by my side
Someone who needs me, holding me tight
And these
to get me some money
I'll hold you for ransom
I'm a hardcore rapper
I don't need to be handsome
I'm tryin' to get that respect
So dopeness is a must
'Till
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
tell ha come ova we freakin
I play w det pussy n den i go deep in
I put my hand on ha mouth no speakin
Hit from tha back im mike jackson i beat it
Im
hand man we ain't bout no joke
Lyrics on my mind cause my shit is on a grind so you better underline what the fuck you tryna go for.... In life nigga
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