Lyrics:
and raised our hands
To welcome you to the world
Blue or pink whatta ya think
Surprise , it's gonna be a girl
One plus two equals three
You could say
for what it is, prayer make amend
Better making sense, days fluttered with the sin
D'evils sprouted on a whim
Rooting on the sidelines, they hoping I
dog
When I'm with the big guy
Up in the blue sky
Yeah hand me a brew-ski
Just chilling I'm just trying get by
Yeah I haven't eaten since yesterday
I
So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (roach is)
Yeah, so better steer clear from him
Here comes
If I'm not workin' or puttin' work in
I'm either wheelin' and dealin'
Or probably jerkin my (censored)
Yep listenin' to nothin', takin' no
[Intro;]
Ruff Raleigh
Wan Gray
I hear the haters talk
I hear the brothers talk
I hear the sisters talk
I hear the world is lost
Hope is the answer
to forever[01:33.59]We both said yes[01:34.51]We are both extreme kind of betters[01:36.08]When the divorce rate is so high and the world so full of hate[01:38.63]Right
grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I
a lawnmower
Move to the beach shore, chances I need more
I'm tryna better life and I'm just hoping I can see more
Loyalty I need more, together we bleed more
the world know I was Almost your son stepdad
What’s a paper plane
To niggas whit Jetlag
I just get money
You just get fat
Thinking you fucking whit me
Nigga
with having money to burn and bigger houses
Putting better cars in the garages
All of us are here only by the grace and mercy of God
And instead
stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks, the dimming lights
Sweat, heat and profane debate
The smart ones stay on the outside
While drunken heads
can gon head wit dat fuck shit
Nigga bet (better) approach on sum tough shit
Chop in my britches I'm up in tha function
I'm on dat fuck shit dat fuck
’m the fuckin’ best
Who can stop me now
I’m thinkin’ what’s next
Got a vision for some children
Account wit’ no ceilin’
Garage full of cars
Coupes present wit’
there by my side so we can ball together
You can look but girl I promise ain't nobody better
Can't take this smile off of my face since I been bonding
still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin' fact
I'm ragin' like
on us
You understanding' me like I say
Keep it in the family, man
You can't miss
Eliminate them haters and you mix
Fuck tha world
Kidd prolly blow it
Nun of these niggas out here making noise
I'm the shit nd ik it created my self I'm the devil by choice
When i get a mill ima buy me
say what you mean
Always mix a little wild with the sweet in your tea
And that's a dirt and pearls, rock your world
Country girl guarantee
If I got it,
Tryin' to show you somethin' shorty
Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right
I'm tryin' to help you open yo' eyes and see
[Fabolous]
Tryin' to show you somethin', shorty
Hey, baby girl, they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right
I'm tryin' to help you open
In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
All
Place ya bets
Don't worry bout the odds
What are those
Paltry numbers to a god
The doors closing
Thunderous in the garage
Better make it out
Yes I believe that we all look better
In red and green
Signs at the door meant more than I bargained for
I can only imagine us there
Two kids
A garage
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