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Livin' life is a blessin' (blessin')
I'm way too young to be stressin'
Way too young to be stressin'
(young to be stressin')
I'm way too cool for
A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown
Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay
She got caught and faced
looked at me like I was livin a curse
And even now I wanna prove that it was them and not me
I always saw myself contendin with the best in the league
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga
[Chorus 2]
You want to front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you want to go and try
conscience
Love thy neighbor, I said
And that's it
Go in peace
Thank you, President
Thank you, President
Thank you, President
Go in peace
You're pardoned by
back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful
Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone!" (Hard)
I am (hard), I'm still (hard), the one to beat (go hard)
Ain't in a rush for mainstream, I am
goals
You rentin' out a casa
I cop Picasos
Shoes by Tom, suede wit pecan soles
I ain't talkin bout the Toms, boy I'm talkin Tom Ford
And You went
back
Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street
The more clearer than
connection,
I can hardly hear you
But look, buddy,
Can you please get that stuff up to my room in a hurry?
I'm so hungry
We shall send it up by the southern
Since I landed, In Fort Bragg
And caught this greyhound, this heart's been cryin'
In distant taverns, sat by the phone
With all my dusty, letters home
couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give
What I try to tell you?
In this country, You got to make the money first
Then when you get the money
You get the power
Then when you get the power
in a choke hold
Cuz all my life, we been livin' by the bro code
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money, we been livin' by the bro code
Mm,
I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing
rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see
nothin'
Truck eat up in rust and
Thought they wouldn't accept me
Then I felt like fuck it
You can't tell me nothin' country
Country bumpkin
Puttin' wagon
martyr me
I spit philosophy with maximum velocity
Relaxin' at the Odyssey I put it in the air like apostrophes
I'm livin' out the prophecy
Tha Liks
(stay with them niggas)
They see me in person
It's not what these niggas been talkin' 'bout (never)
No one I can trust, seen fiends in a rush, uncle
your ghost, around here.
I spend my days lost in pictures,
Studyin' the fixtures,
Of a life that's livin',
Past the hands of time.
It feels just like
Cuz livin is a privilege, and the killin picking up
The feelin of da Rush, energy and lust
When niggas big you up and women wanna fuck
Gotta keep 4
knocked off a politician
Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer
Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer
Hooked up with some boys back in the game
Ima
knocked off a politician
Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer
Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer
Hooked up with some boys back in the game
Ima
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