Lyrics:
Standing at the doorstep
Looking at my portrait
Touching all the loose skin
Hanging from the black of my eyes
Standing at the front door
I am
or three
Thought it went and grew a better me
That don't mean a thing now
Standing with this piece of art looking at some paintings
That's some irony
You
Plant the seed grow the grapevine
Imprisoned by spotlights
Now tell me what's my crime
Shame blindfolded in dark, attached to the mark
A portrait labeled
feeling when it's bout that hundred
By any means better get your money, I said
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, daddy raised the boy cold-blooded
Ain't no
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
Now we're running out of time
Got nobody by your side
Looking for a better life
All the things you sacrificed
Now we're running out of time
Got
achievements?
I'm killing these niggas for a reason
Laying them down
Ain't nothing for now
While I'm breathing
I'm ride for niggas, that ride for me
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I, I got it now, yeah, yeah, got it now
Yeah, I prayed for fifties but now I throw hundreds now
Yeah, at first you was likey-likey now you love
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
alright now
She was alright then
You know you don't own anything you could sell
By itself I could say forgiveness is there waiting
It's there waiting
score
When it all adds up
I need you more
One hundred and one
Lonely nights
You leave me here
Now honey, that ain't right
But, still I forgive
land in the Volta Region
100 Soldiers by me you can't even find me
Gave about a 100 Milli to the Ghana army
Bout a bout a 100 Milli to the Ghana army
With all that's Fading. Now is all that's lost.
A Self delusion has become a blinded design
Through desired eyes. So beautiful, this self disgrace
Wait...
I've been feeling pretty lonely painting portraits of full-length mirrors
I've been searching without direction
A vampire painting their own
as perfection fades
They vanish
Hint hid in song
Dead weight that I drag along
Head straight but the quest is long
First stressed then obsessed by wrongs
Now see
I don't think I can forgive all the confusion caused to me
By your fugazi, grooming posturing
You're a human colostomy, truly a colossal piece
read the signs evade the circus in good time
Don't get locked away with a lot to say
Portray the way that your portrait's painted
Convey the way that you
couldn't make it.
The number's even, now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But
of claythat swaus in revolutions
worked by hands -
worked by hands
he screamed
I devote
and laughed uniformed
now
paint a portrait
of
another cheated clone
you
You've given
A second chance just to show
What it means to be saved by grace
And not of my own strength
Now I will run and I will not slow down
Hundred
of the team?
Because I highly doubt it
Every man's got his limits
So we booked the venue out
And now it's looking pretty overcrowded
Surrounded, by lady Mona
knew
Forever living wild and free
Time is Priceless; now we see
Life is what you make it
100%
100%
100%
Live life to the fullest (100)
Let's give it 100
a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away
I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Alone
Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still
a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away
I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Alone
Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still
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