Lyrics:
actions that mean to stay on the drop when I sneak
You live with it you die by the gun so I keep it in reach
Ain't no nigga takin mine so if you reach you
him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.
and hey Charley I
You niggas hate me because I live like a champion
I'm eating scampian shrimp
And the vehicles I'm lampin' in you can't be in
I'm the one like Mr.
(Ayy, man)
She blowin' up my phone sayin' it's over now
She movin' like she from somebody else to hold her down
I keep a Rollie on my wrist like
[Hook x2: Romeo]
I'm gon do what mama said
But ya'll ain't gonna tell me how to live my life
I might be young but I got bread
I'm straight form
without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just begun
A nightmare flick, visions of swingin' the pool stick
Depicted by near death, I
my dealings and my feelings are controlled by the wheel in
the middle of my will, ILL
I fell
hell would have caught me but Christ came And Blood
life has so much meaning
You'll always be with my in me mind
As I live, I grow into the man that you designed
Don't worry bout your daughter, just
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
that he'll raise him up
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
Every Saturday night.
would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
cnd he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charley I think about you
Every time
guy, I am a proud dad, if you my son I'm a deadbeat
Where you find my, they ain't close by, you a house rat and I'm so fly
Got six teens like
feeling
Of becoming something more than just another human being
Live this life with a true meaning
Don't believe all that you're seeing
This life can be
would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
cnd he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charley I think about you
Every time
SOILED IN REGRET
It's fun murdering words that are blood curdling,
By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain't heard of him.
Madchild, I don't
darker faces of hate who wait and prey that I banish
and if they could man they would take Mr.Flizy and banish
or just eradicate IBN eternal
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