Lyrics:
'bout the work week
Plenty of time, while I'm a kissin on your cheek
Ray-ban shades and a bottle a lotion
You and me, by the sea, nothin but a good time
the station, the trains flying by so near
You could nearly touch them, but they're going way too fast to commandeer
We had no choice to give up and crestfallen
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
areas and times in our life
But my time as a young boy growing up with my family, reinforced by vast wealth
Indulgence, and excessive comfort
The Bakunawa
the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
You wonder if I'm better off
With freedom now to do the things I choose
With
the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
You wonder if I'm better off
With freedom now to do the things I choose
Cuz' I'm rocking 40's and shorties
Them 40 once bottles on me
Take this glass and take a shot for the homies
I'm a man of god but Jesus all I want
Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm
Jump off Joe Buddens on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain but you got a
Mean
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
on
We done passed the sky i think we in a rocket launch
If you stay you takin my hand tedious feel like im searching in sand he is the main yes he is your
Open
I hear
Somethin
I fear
Nothin
Top tier
Everything
I think I feel
I feel
Comfort when you by my side
When I'm in my zone
No tellin what I got up in
that's all right
That's okay
I can look the other way
I am cool like the ocean nothin' ever touch me
Nothin' try nothin' die nothin' ever gonna get by
I
either her or you man
There he lay with the pain in his side, done by a gun but it was his sacrifice
She couldn't believe what happened to him, so she
Hi my name is Ace, hey my name is Ace
I'm here to spit some strange things in this game
Knowing that I be spitting flame but yall saying im lame
almost had a baby boy by Jody girl, Yvette
Smooth operator, but I always seem to call Colette
When they go long, man I protect, I play the field with no
those who proud to see me
Through the distraction, I was wounded in action
An act of betrayal, but I knew the assassin
Now I pack a vengeance like Steven
chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then, he stay by such and such?
Well since we got altercations with these
of control
Now they say that it's a young man's game
and that is who is fanning the flame
But they seem to forget
who shot the rocket out of the hole
You
[Fabolous]
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat alive
burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.
I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back
Benefitin' from the doubt
You done used up all of your credit
Now there is nothin' else but doubt
This hurts so damn much when I say it
Cus that literally
She was a teen that used to go to church with mom and dad
But mom and dad Had a marriage that was really bad
And what's so sad it that her parents
of them fucked me
They callin' me hubby but they
Be callin' for nothin'
Cause when I tell them hoes I like
Em I be kiddin like Cudi
They be like yup yup we
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