Lyrics:
that Make them no go use me fipa
Man got to hustle for the bag …
Oh Father lord
Make you do am for the brand
As I Dey reminisce along…..
I swear
afraid to say I cry
I know I make my mama cry
Overdosing off the drugs, man I was on my way to die
I hope she know that I don't try
She always wanted me
Tears ain't gonna change when my mama cry
Songs are made the way that my parents lie
Running through the storm just so I can shine
Eight billion in
you see no enemy
He enkindles my inner man with energy
Elected by God no John F. Kennedy
And if you got a problem, you no friend of me
Ain't no room for
a wannabee Rooney
I got niggas on standby
Man I got niggas on duty
Your life is like a talk show, trust me
That ain't no movie
Never ever gonna be a Top Boy
think I'm sweet, we make his mama cry
I've been doin' my thing, give a fuck, buy a door or the side
Still gettin' peas, and still splittin' with
no way he get the news
While he out here tryna be a man and strengthen all they roots
So they can have some fruit
Somehow he built the strength to take
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By the puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers
KB
I been on the road life
Roll dice. So nice. Oh flights
No twice. Yuh
On this shit my whole life
Roll by. No lie. No sigh
No cry. Yuh
I been
drama no baby mama cause that shit crazy
But I can't help myself cause that little tight dress on you looks so amazing
I know this ain't what your man is
no one was choosing me
I guess playing the block
Where I choose to be
I can tell by the knock
If you new to me
Real niggas around
Ain't no fooling me
Dance all night with a bottle in my hand, oh babe
Dance all night with a bottle in my hand
I'm looking for a woman ain't got no man
Oh well
my luster, when with a bronco buster
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
With a gun, with a gun
No you can't get a man with a gun
If I went
a lesson that
No ones permanent so dont get attached
If a father could leave his child everyone else imagine that
Had to be a man by 7 putting food
Lord knows that I'm winner
A full grown winner
You know my mum ain't raise no quitter man
Yuh looking at a winner
A full grown winner
So no wonder
you've seen me cry these tears
Yet I won't ever be ashamed
Cause I'm addicted to this triangle
of Love, Happy, and Pain
A black man standing in America
to the drama
"No I don't know that number"
"Why the hell you text it?"
Heartbreak hotel man, with no exit just checked in
Young and living reckless
And I,
"No I don't know that number"
"Why the hell you text it?"
Heartbreak hotel man, with no exit just checked in
Young and living reckless
And I, I
die by the end I'm talkin loyalty loyalty loyalty
If you got me then I got you yea
247 Shot clock
I'm going hard until the last play
Mama told me prey
they say go go go go go
We all run to the seas
Don’t get shaked by the breeze
I cry no no no no no
My soul melts like sugar
We burn hearts in the cooker
Maniacal thoughts reflect his needs
I cry inside
I cry inside
Brothers in destiny
Brothers in destiny
Brothers in destiny
I want to live by myself
No one
The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more
The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more
I used to sit and hold your hand
The things that I used to do, Lord, I won't do no more
The things that I used to do, Lord, I won't do no more
I used to sit and hold your hand
Lord, and my search would always end in vain
But I knew all along darlin'
That you was hid out with your other man
I'm goin' to send you back to your mama
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