Lyrics:
a home and all that it means
For a fireside far from the cares that are four walls and a roof above
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy and crowned with
degrees
Plus I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese
If you a runnin man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees
Then it's me against the world
get love and views and (Yup)
No going back whole world staying tuned in
(Yup) what does that mean, man shes dope
Got the world on sway
She could change
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping
called her by her real name
It's crazy, everybody wanted her it's scary
For shitty thoughts and reasons and that's why they moving lazy
But me I put my all
a sommelier
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
How you doing baby you should stay away
I’m sick of being stabbed by the same old blade
You like me now well it’s way too late
I really want
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
my service
'Cause people out there, think they don't deserve this
Until it's your kid an old man's finger fucking
Titty sucking, then you want
at all, to be stood by the wall
And shot by the man in blue
If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion
If I could fly like the great
correct that Her Story
By her grace and by her glory
It's such a cold world
Ain't it homie
Can't a girl rhyme
But I'm starting to
Sound repetitive
City slicker perfed off of shitty liquor
Admirin' the skylines, such a pretty picture
If I can find the time to reflect more often
It'll bring old
schedule looking hectic
I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino
Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion
I mean passion over money,
Never been a sentimental person
Looking to the past is a burden
Trauma pops up like a curse
Digging up old dirt, old hurt
Still thinking I deserve it
tell in this mortal coil that he is a big old cum guzzler, it's that hair, there is no product that just gives you Mike Pence hair. It's a bucket
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
would if I stood in a good place
In the right one left lane by the bike one
Lights on when the night's young
Old nights I mean cold nights as a young man
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but
friends of
Every single, individual
Everybody all over the world, it's time for understandin'
Come together
Jumbo, yo that's how I'm movin'
I'm
Take it like a man, and shut the fuck up
And fuck your little magazine too
I don't need your little fuckin' magazine
I got XXL's number anyways
account, get that profit then I'm out
Yeah, they all wonder but it's Nyck bitch don't doubt
Rip your lips off your mouth
Man I'm violent ring the siren
I know it's difficult but
You know, the odds really are in our favor
Man
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
The whole world's changed
darkness, I mean true black
And ain't no going back once that heart line goes all too flat
But it's all love, well damn man I wish it was
But I know these
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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