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in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day
the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We get the dough
Yall niggas pussy
We cut your face
We in your hood
Every fucking day
[Verse 2a]
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile I lost my last token
Ride
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
getting harder every day keeping it all contained
Like a broken record getting scratched by a needle
And I don't fuck with many others got no time for no
meal
I feel uneasy and some memories feel unreal
Missing something I bet Dad and my sisters also feel
Reminiscence of my mother in Ramadhan last year
the GOAT comin'
Your bitch comin' over
I know that throat comin'
Every day, I text my plug, "I need work
Let me know somethin'"
Last year, I made two-fifty,
president
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in
kids in high school, it feels like yesterday (ooh-yeah)
We had our dreams and secrets, we were reckless in our ways
But as the years went by, we started
everything I owned and away I went
It took me a few months to save up the money I needed
In the meantime she was calling me every night to fall asleep, it
When I was 18 I sold pot, about a quarter pound to half a pound a week
I also worked 70 hours a week or so, about one day off every two week period,
burgers and french fries
In the last minute I done thought about you ten times
Fine on the out but she pretty on the inside (Muah)
And every since she
burgers and french fries
In the last minute I done thought about you ten times
Fine on the out but she pretty on the inside (Muah)
And every since she
son's knee
Just so he can stand on his own two feet some day in the future
By the way, a week later inside of my oven blew up (yeah, that actually
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
On my hallelujah every day
Mamma told me all I Gotta do is Kneel down and just pray
I do my thing, I pray that God's gon keep an eye out for
and my fish
That's a new year's dish
Plus, I ain't trying to do much
Just can I get perhaps a smile and a laugh
In the morning, yes, I'm trying to go
to the bookie
And Blaq told me last year this year they'll over book me
So now you Twitter fingers are sounding like bitter singers
Every time the kid delivers
knew turned upside down
Every single alien in space is truly Black and Brown
Picture Zeni barreling thru to space to find a better home
All my years
a week or for a year or for a year in a day
Come what may
I'm fishing with my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guinness Stout
worthless
Fan of uncertainty but it still make me nervous
The Son shines on the darkest of days
I know trouble won't last always
I just remember my mom used
There's Christmas in the eyes of every child
Once again the presents are resting by the tree
Once again we worship the One who came for you and me
I hear
to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride
(What if? What if?)
If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too
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