Lyrics:
ain't gon' ride for you, bitch you gon' die by yourself
They ain't my friends, I ain't no fool
I'ma spin by myself
(Believe that)
Mama I'm sorry
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
the only ones that can't be worn
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in
The Bridge
equity
Always wanna check for me,
Like they got a check for me
I am a boss ima girl of integrity
Ima live life ima focus on my legacy
I can check myself
of touch, they were out of luck
They were looking for a place to stay
They sat by the road that led back home
As their resolve began to fray
As they closed
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand
VERSE 1
Picture a place where there is sun every day
Never a cloud in the sky
Plenty of room, plenty of room for you
As soon as you turn thirty five
and Spike Lee
Busta Rhymes Lou Reed Maggie Gyllenhaal
And Notorious B.I.G
You can tell them all that I'll be getting high
So just drop on by
If I could live
I rather die on my mother fucking feet
'fore a nigga live on his knees
Twin Glocks in my palm back against
The wall I'm ready for war
My enemies die
Womack
Set it off like them for Bronx
(Borrow lives!) Roll this thug
(Sorrow lives!) Hold his slug
Bruisin niggaz, but it hurts to lose a nigga (Its bug!)
Feeling flawless, like a stained glass window
But my head keeps spinning and spinning
Figuring out if I'm losing or winning
Keep to myself, blow shit up for
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
do
Post on YouTube for views
You know I'm making moves
Know I'm making grooves
When the crowd starts dancing
Yeah I know my roots
By the pocket watch
more then just a test
I left all my friends
That said that I can't
I slept in the park
Because zero in cash
I tried to work hard
Tried to work fast
For
What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
now I live with my nigga Andrew, and he help me get through all the
Struggles of fuckin' bein' alone, and havin' no Place to go except for thoughts
for the rest
My life is a jungle that's why I swing from the branch
We hitting the city and now we're making a stance
We marching through, my team is
a cheeseburger!
She says "That's not what I'm hungry for"
I put my head in my hands and screamed,
I don't know who you are anymore!
The voice on the speaker says
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