Lyrics:
wait to say that I did it
Sunkissed glory
Ain't nobody got no worry
Let me tell our whole story
Ain't a single second blurry
Oh one fifteen
To July 15
but, seven, if you could see your way through to ... eight ...
for the babies that’s not organically fed
Inflicted by crack heroin dirty water and Led
Still we make no excuses make something out of nothing really
nigga run it
If there's smoke no we can not discuss it
Way she moving her body I love it
Tryna get freaky outside in public
Girl you know I been feenin
do it all over when you party with a thoty
Girll come ride this stick no manual
Fatty so thick I Kant handle hurrr
First We get sauce
And den second
nigah shit
Can't take no shit
Dat ain't no lie
Yep
Real niggah shit
My niggahs on quarles
Dey movin dem packs
Yep
Posted in da trap
Got 1 way in
Got 1 way
hoes
Got nice toes
Doctor appointments got your body right though with lipo
Know you turnt by the way you typin' typos
No Hennessy or Vodka only
No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (shit...)
I'm really mommy's
at night
I pray at night, got a second chance so play it right
The streets ain't got no love, they wanna do by you wrong
They gone get just what they want
at the clock
Not gon' let a second pass me by no key I got it lock
I don't repeat like a broken record
Make it easy with no effort
You say you need some guidance
the things I do
When I'm with my friends, and not with you
You always second guess
Wonder if there's other guys I'm flirting with
You should know by now
the things I do
When I'm with my friends, and not with you
You always second guess
Wonder if there's other guys I'm flirting with
You should know by now
stop the urges
Lock them out.
She's here, the heat is rising
He move slowly she's a china doll
By degrees, he'll loosen her composure
She knows
a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper-class city havin' this happening
Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way
But I'm glad, 'cause they feed me
a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper-class city havin' this happening
Then attack Eminem 'cause I rap this way
But I'm glad, 'cause they feed me
We don't even want to care no more
No we don't
We only enjoy our life
By the way we craft it
We don't need to care
As long as life is giving thee
So
a headlock
Stan will not tolerate no fake shit
I got seven niggas with me
So that's eight blicks
Chilling at the top with my BAPE zip
Boy was mean-mugging over
Alright class, since it's our last week before you guys graduate
I would like each of you to say something inspiring to one another
Okay, no
all the way up ain't nobody matching my class
Dherai bitakoxu chiso raat khulla aakash
Reminiscing those days I was facing a lot
I had nothing but
the god of hell
When I get out of this port-o-potty
In exactly 32 seconds
32
31
30, 29, 28, 27, 26
(Twenty Seven)
25, 24
(Twenty Four)
23, 22, 21
(Twenty)
sexuality. I saw myself when I just started to seek God for myself. ct the intersection of so many things that I grew up believing was second class or not
me, I set the bar
Friendships, some fell apart
Relationships that test my heart
Still graduated, second class
I guess god saved the best till last
So
eye am your vessel Now
In you we dont die no funeral
Jehovah the most high il follow you
Always by my side everywhere i go
I have peace in you le
ain't no way I right this wrong
How I write this song when my mic is on
Turn your head for a second then I might be gone
Where did I go you can't find me
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