Lyrics:
course
Take it up by the river, I'm gonna give you more
Ride the rockin' horse, hey, ride the rockin' horse, yeah
Got the top down, wishin' on a star,
initiative, I'm diligent on every level
I never could settle, I like to keep my foot on the pedal, yeah
I'd love to pack arenas and all
But what I really
and cats
By a cardboard box where the buns be at
One more thing for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and no one give you the Heimlich, dead
Spot a fairy
By his mannerisms
From the jump
I had a plan and vision I'm a man who's risen to sh-t ashes piss flames
An emcee more vivid than 3-D
I was six the day James Baldwin died, and fifteen in ninety-six when Tupac's mother
Cried
Turned twenty in twenty-oh-one when Bush lied, and today in
there's Leah James
I'm a fan of Ashley Graham, plus size with curves
Like I love Jill Scott, that's my word, my heroes were
Straight Outta Compton
asking who's he
I drop my entry and I got these niggas all rewriting verses
like they King James with the translation
my shit more divine regardless
like
Marco Polo bitch
This my last post
Cuz l'm done with yo ass
I'm done with yo lil black James Bond shit
You just doing that shit for the likes
Doing
that Funky sound
How could I know that Joe Tex was shot down by James Brown?
Kool and the Gang and the Parliament and Jackson Five were around
Now
Written by Tami Laguerre and Asher James
Produced by Luke G.
He's a new way of living cause the Lord says so
Expression of love expression of peace
never stay, Yeah
Might as well get away let them hate
I'm Rick James I love Mary Jane
Lemon Haze, AK, fuckin' every strain
What were we talking about?
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
Whatever you send me from your soul
By the God power in me, by Almighty God
Ko olorun gbo mi
Ki Jesu Christi Oluwa
Ti eyin serve
Ko gbo mi
Everything
to the cross
I mean there's more but that's enough for today
Real Christians are known by putting love on display
So if the fake Jesus appears anywhere near
the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel
naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if
你应该享受生活
Sun is high in air
So please don't worry no more
If you just got blownoff by your girl friend
All you gotta say your loss , who cares
With your
projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his
I had an awesome Latin teacher
One of his biggest lessons was
Odi et amo
It's a poem by Catullus
The way he described it
I hate and I love
Part
too when he walks he's like a prince
When he sings he resembles james dean he is more perfect than he seems to be cause he is mine and i am his
clthough
of Jesus Christ
The love of Jesus Christ
I've never felt more alive going through the pain
For some reason good moments just slip away
More time I'm on my
Doo-doo-doo-doo
I pray for all my niggas, and niggettes
And non-niggas, and non-niggettes
Things change, people change
Love grows, come and go
Brown meets Kanye"
Sure, I'm more like if Arthur
Read picked up the bass
And grew up playing in church and
With some tracks by Beyonce
I'm if reckless ate
myself to a nice
Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the nigga inside with the
Shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book
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