Lyrics:
hey just remember
Truth is...
Throughout the years, I held 2 things near...
Credit and crack to fuck up your career
So only want rain leaves greenbacks
hey just remember
Truth is...
Throughout the years, I held 2 things near...
Credit and crack to fuck up your career
So only want rain leaves greenbacks
the line
Disappear for a while
Fuck that
Can't afford to lose a day or two
24 million damn things that I gotta do
With only 24 hours in my damn day
Patience
When I came to you there on that cold
telephone pole horror of the night
and you came out to meet me
and then tell me things and sit down
STAY PROPER
Artist: Rico Davis
Genre: Adult Contemporary/World Music
Written by: The LoA
RAP
She got dat gushy
Million dollar cookie
She don’t
and mom
Cuz they found things in my school bag
They should have never found
My life wasn't too sound, juvenile
Hung around with the wrong crowd
Nothing
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
Stacking up the millions
I need every dollar
I'm starting a collection
Only baddies in
cracked up to be
And I can't say I blame you
For throwing the towel in or buying more fame
by cashing your chips in
But with all of your talent, and so
Respected and protected
By the flare of the gun
We surround an opp
He too scared to run
I'm here for fun since
I'm already caked up
Chill niggas who
you remember me
All we've been through, I'm sorry
Dear Mom, I'm sorry I was wild
I'm sorry my heart was restless
Dare devil on the way to juvenile
I
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
and cold I can feel your sunlight
By my side
Always by my side
Take a million miles or even the darkest of them nights (Yuh)
By my side
Always by my side
Got a hundred million things all on my mind
Every damn thing, new day, new fight
Always runnin' in and out my life
Hell no (hell no)
But I won't
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he
by the lyrics, kicked by the bass
Peace to Style One, Deja, Mark and Tase
Cool, calm, almighty Laquan
I'm a menace to society and heavily armed
I
'm still around a million years from now
If I'd been around a million years ago
Every thing I've learned or forgotten, imagined or come to know
Would
the greatest then who am I
When i'm made of everything you are not
And i got the recipe
Boy stop
On by the noon, time to buy me a new whip
On by the noon, time
low
It's like I never see your pretty now
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
ain't mad at a rapper making tunes for the club
I ain't mad at em stacking making moola a bunch
I'm just saddened by the fact that you be chewing it up
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
i need millions
I need life to be rite for my
Children
I was born to get this money by any Means
Necessary still here chasing a dream
Its Like
friends must be delusional
And then he got a call
Yeah I got a couple juveniles
Who look to me like they might be into some distribution
Why don't you head over
to manage
Some lose it start to panic alcohol and drugs to escape
Only to wake up fucked up and stuck in one place
Like my dude money Kyle good dude million
were a million to one
So fuck being modest, look at the things i’ve accomplished
I came out from having to shoplift to being the boss to the bosses
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