Lyrics:
walls
But I'm having withdrawals
And I love you but that's nothing to you
You always ran away from it
Watch as you and I plummet, from the summit
I failed
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
Let's dance! Uh
(Yes ma'am
Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?
Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight.
Where we going?
I
essential or heaven you can't get in
Turn from your sin like I did and become Regenerit
Hey yo - The Rock, is immutable
He's untouchable - fluid
He's Living
straight through the
Wall like Hogwarts
I heard your verses - man, he
(Mannie) Fresh: Scott Storch i pop four!
I love gun bars, and I got more
So this one
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
from limb, found fractures at the Marsh Road right by Lynn
The clothes you wore today will be the ones you die in
Looking like food and we ready to dine
and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down
Plus, I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom, so the top's the only place to go now
Now throw your hands
if i look nasty or deceased
Or my ass looks like its been had by the priest (sorry)
But last thing that i want from you is the fucking re-spect
Cuz
know it)
She know I don't give a shit, but I'm on her wishlist
Your Rollie ain't worth shit, if it goes tick-tick (you can't)
I'm from North Memphis,
by cars
Technology and shit to distract us from wars
So I'm opting out; I don't give a fuck if you call it coppin' out
It's better than being a G
ain't Johnson Johnson
But after one shot it's over
Guns the size of leprechauns
Get your four leaf clover
I brought an Audi to the hood
And I'm pushing it
beasts were cute?
When the thugs cry in the dark,, needing love
Tired of the Fake stuff from a bitch
Need your fix from God, stash never runs out.
I
on dope, nigga, and I'm pure, thousand gram key
That's fo sho', that's for sure, killer O.D.
I got stripes by Big Johnson, OG
Take a 35 Christ fit and I
the passenger
With calendars 'cause your date comin'
Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down
I'm hopin' that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson
Blinded answer
Cold night storm
Lively cancer
Found its way into your porous mind
Count my number before you resign
Missing my intention by an arrow tip
and hosed down, pimped up and ho'd down
Plus, I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom, so the top's the only place to go now
Now throw your hands
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
sweatin' like T.D. Jakes
I want the ones nigga, you non-believers you can ask your Momma
Now that's drama
Uh, dollar icey from, papi with the scraper,
with the
Thread of Stevens-Johnson Syndrome behind
My flesh and
I watched as my skin crawled upwards
To form a flesh noose to hang me from
The rafters
From the evil enhancer
If you're searching for the Truth
Then Christ is your answer, now
Heed my jewels as I'm dropping it
Ain't no stopping it
When I be
like stressin'
My T-shirt Cuban Givenchy I be flexin'
Why, are you so obsessed with me girl
Why, are you always strеssing me girl
Want me by your side am
we stay strong?
Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love
[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
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