Lyrics:
a simple kind of livin'
Boy we don't need much
We grab life by the horns
Drag the bull in the mud
So brother don't bother me and
I'll just mind my own
Yeah,
erased by this bliss
Mentally was lost
Brain frozen in the froth
Now With you I break free
A clear mind in every thought
I'll be livin my life as your man
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
at a crossroads
Tell me What u gonna do
Fuck it imma a high roll
Life is a gamble
RIP my grambo
Fuck about lambo
Tryna cop a 64 6 trey 6 deuce ZOOT!
Lead by
if I'm livin' my life violent or peaceful
So don't come at me and expect that I won't say shit
Bitch I will murder you so bad up on this mic you will
and
Maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from
to JoJo & K-Ci
Drinkin' and sniffin' enough blow that it got me thinkin' I can exchange sicknesses
Maybe, this ebola for rabies
That's it, just livin
to get her
The beach front estate, mega yacht by the lake
The safe in the floor with a life time of cake
Wifey emailing, make my side vibrate
Cats
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
blocks
The murderer who gots convertible drops
Livin' life on the edge, a dangerous way of living
Never giving a shit
'Cause we living in it
'Cause it
blocks
The murderer who gots convertible drops
Livin' life on the edge, a dangerous way of living
Never giving a shit
'Cause we living in it
'Cause it
I'm free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I'll decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
It's not fit for livin' in
I'm free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
I'll decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
It's not fit for livin' in
Thank You Lord (Story of the Shunamite Woman)
(Andrae Crouch, Arr. by John Redmon)
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
I just want to thank
know when I go pull this bitch out
You niggas better run
Run for your fuckin' life
Times when I was down
So I started stayin' up at night
Stayed away
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
throwin' B's
Livin' like life is supposed to be
And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't
bedding
Get it straight from the gate so you know where this thang is heading
Colder as the snow on the mountains of Redding
Everythang she want to do,
I did, I know it'd triple all my sales
And that's the fucked up part about this life
Don't nobody wanna see you do good
'til you goin' through hell
Uh
Listen
Life goes on
Yeah
Life is not fair, that's the theme of this game
This has been the case since our ancestors came
Some were born with
Sittin down by the river bottle of Grits mill
Double fistin evan williams steady climbn heavy hill
This is what it's all about I couldin ask for nuthin
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