Lyrics:
beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold
angels riding with me
They listen to whitney
And one is called britney
She really love whitney
That nothin' do with me
The city so gritty
The high
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Title: U Down?
Hook
(extend by four for four bar intro (talk vibes 8)
Yeah baby We getting guap in the city
Niccas gettin
to yo self
I be rolling up my raws
Want me to pass it
Let me know
We all got our flaws
I got mercy for every soul
Apex fucking God
I would never lose
Yeah
Lord, have mercy on a youngin' like me
I was down bad, but I done got free
Took an L once, I ain't took an L since
Whippin' in the kitchen, I be
pain and worry jesus came and took that away
I still got my struggles at times my feelings get the best of me
Over come by the blood of the lamb
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)
By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
my gold up
Wrist up...Man I roll up
African keep my soul up
Me in the Africa, I'm scared of nobody
If a nigga mess, I'm gonna body
I am a Stunna, I am
like I'm winning by default
I just hit the city and it's on
Momma told me everything I know
Midas touch man everything is gold
Blessings I know that
a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See that is a snowball effect
I got gold on my neck
Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck
I got a mansion full
might do
Ain't no joke
Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
With the King Asiatic and Percy P
Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3D
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
thinking we playing home alone?
Food only matter to me? Probably provolone
Living in a city of back stabbers and heartbreaks
I'm in a city of sunshine
Now your time has come a storm of iron in the sky
War and murder come again, lucky if you die
No way to rescue destiny, scream and curse in vain
(Ooohhh)
I'm not
(City right behind me)
See me shine like
See me shine like
I'm not alone
See me shine like Midas covered in gold
Yeah yeah yeah
Home
heart
A friend came by to rescue me
What's the problem I said nothing don't you worry
Take me a taxi and please send me home
Cause I'm drunk I'm feeling
on a street up in every city
And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar
and I'ma rep it
With another hell of a swang
By living in this ghetto, li-i-e-ife
Lord, have mercy on your children
We all done fell short of the glory
boy summer
9 summers
See me I don waka for a good 9 summers
Iíve been in this city for a good 9 summers
So make everyone know say this is my summer
Itís
boy summer
9 summers
See me I don waka for a good 9 summers
I’ve been in this city for a good 9 summers
So make everyone know say this is my summer
It’s
Lakeside, 9-Tre, the Long City
Wild Hundreds got love for that nigga Nitty
Give me room when my adrenaline rushing
Cause if I go in that trunk, you know
how I need You Lord, You are my only hope;
You are my only prayer.
So I will wait for You to come and rescue me,
To come and give me life.
(Repeat
to waste
If I gotta go
Well that's fine by me
Have mercy on my soul
That I survive these streets
Them n****s clutching on poles
They might slide on me
Numb
The box cutter has his ass beggin' for mercy G
I flipped that out and gave him open heart surgury
It ain't no thang to me to kill a motherfucker
I'll do
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