Lyrics:
be the last
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life
'cause the life
will be nice
Souljah Boy will do you better/ Never put anything before your children
Honor your mother or father, you're gonna live
got significant passion
For breaking down instrumentals like chemistry
I live by my lyrics while speaking my story
You're probably thinking he's kinda
just hung around for the ride
But I’ll be telling stories til their grandchildren arrive
And pass 'em on 'cause you know all of this is forever
And just
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
fine
Young tender, would you be mine?"
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
yard, in endangered places
You'll be completely gone, I won't leave no traces
And this is just a song, I'm not gonna be catching any cases
Call me Walter
a 3rd of your life on sleep that couldn't be me
Sleep for the weak gotta stay on that grind I'm just keeping it G
First step to make it out the hood is
ya
Daddy
Move it all around
Let you get a peep before
It touches the ground?
Hell yeah
Ma I'm in a girl
That's willing to learn
Willing
paths to cross so I could learn some lessons that might prove to be
Instrumental to my future, damn the charcuterie
Board that I'm eatin' when I'm done it
the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
I'm floating
Aye
Wouldn't be me
Without the Southside
Homie's asking me
When we gonna slide
Bout to pull up
We don't need to hide
Two of the Realest
And it about the money, never make it about the pigment
It’s my house, my wife, and soon to be my children
Life or death, do or die,
I’m the man walkin out
ever be the same
Said we do it for the love not the money and the fame
You’ll turn to a fan
And everyone else gonna know who I am
I’m not chasing Gaula
tailored
I still might rock a gold watch and throw some chains on
I might just hang around your block and throw my J's on
Maybe knuckle up and box, yeah just
the summer time shawty won't let all your hair down
And I'm gonna rock the stage when i pull up to ya town
Rockstar city
Rockstar city
Rockstar city
Rockstar
know I'd regret
I got more then a spec
In my eye
More then a log
I'm not gonna lie
I had to learn how to try
I wasn't the only one
In this failed
gonna fix this shit if it aint me/
Who got be the one that's gonna fix this shit if it aint G/
Real life conversations discussed with Yiego and J Reed/
chest cuz this shit really hurts
She looked me in my eyes and said its all gone be aight
I'm getting an abortion, I know this music shits yo life
Fuck, I
Bitches call my phone the learn the hard way
She want me to pick up I tell her hold it down
You aint gotta wait for me when I'm not around
Bitches
that it's kill a nigga nine times
Sonic boom like Guile, Dr. Doom proper room wit space
'Cause I'm off the wall like Michael, Myers, cream like Dryers
from the living room
You got chores to do and you better stop cussing
Now I’m not gonna to tell you again
One more word and I’m kicking you out the house
to man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to
That's why the police been drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the spot up man,
back and
You gonna look out for me
Look bitch
They say you Michael Jackson Bad
What they mean by that
I see you walking around
In the cleanest fits
Cuz
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