Lyrics:
We won't stop
Til we getting paid in full
Reparations are due
So if your pockets are full
Then I'm talking to you
We gonna make it through
Though it
then night passed away, the day came on
And into the morning light
Sweet William said, "I'm troubled in my head
By the dreams that I dreamed last night"
to go
You burned up all you loved
You're burning up all you saved
Feed the fire to rid the head of wreck from desire
Paid in full and left for
win long as we got each other, hunnids on hunnids they stacked in a bundle. Bag is secured guaranteed it wont fumble. Self made Self Paid (all i ever
better run cause I’m caving in
No evictin me I own my home it’s been a min since I paid the rent
can’t nobody touch my word play
Not on thursdays or my
a trucker
let alone the skills I possess
And y'all gon' see by these mil's I possess
Never settle for less, I'm in excess
Not inexpensive DVS
To the two,
Here we go
On behalf of the half witted I'll be have with it
At times cuz the hole in me is that gifted
It makes the lesser knowing jealous
The message
industry niggas shut the fuck up
Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
I stop
paid a rack for my vision (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin', my diamonds hittin'
Bitches fallin' out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner
Because the life of Anne Frank was
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
dues I just paid my dues
Get my momma a crib before 2022
Write it all down on go while I’m in my mode
Nigga my life ain’t a fable it’s a story to be told
the tree
Tell your self you can't fuck with me, BITCH!
Riding in my city on haze
Eyes on a million and one ways
To get paid and my goose is cooked
Rocking
ain't raise no chumps
Got the blood of a champ in me
You stood by for so long but couldn't stand with me
You heard all that I said but not understandin me
Boys kickin back layin in the shade
Aint nobody trippin cuz the tithes already paid
Boys kickin back layin in the shade
Boys kickin back layin in
Yeah, uh
I ain't tryna be fifty and full of regrets, swim in a pool of success
Drowning in tears, facing my fears, still wonder what's next
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
like a king
You turn me on to a life full of better things
And I hate when they say you ain't everything
You keep me in the streets hard on my grind
I
to stay
I'll be paid by the end of the day
Got my pocket full of change, change, change, change, change
Pocket full of change, change, change, change,
it make a lot
Whenever she calls
Do what I gotta do
I'm movin' with a tool (yeah)
I paid it out in full, woah
Yeah, oh
New toys (new toys)
a job front his lil ass a few bales
You pose to be a big dawg, you stay tucking yo tail
I'm full aware these bitches get left I'm in the field catching
getting pressured by the models like
How you ain’t got Kavale in your Serato
(Are you serious nigga?)
I love em beautiful, dark and twisted
I’ll remain
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