Lyrics:
life faking
Everything faking
Brother man faking
Poor man fake it
Rich man fake it
All na debit
Good lord
But all I want is good money
Pull up in Bentley
Show us the Way
We live in a time of monetary needs,
Where love just can not pay off the deeds.
The rich man the poor man the begger man
what am feeling
Cos many come around faking
Living life faking
Everything faking
Brother man faking
Poor man fake it
Rich man fake it
All na debit
Good
When the white man first came here from over the sea
he looked and he said this is God's own country
he was mighty well pleased with this land that
fall back 'til I'm rich
Machine gun flow when I spit
Glue pack in my mattresses
Real man of that hat trick shit
2 bands in my hands
I feel sick, 4 mans
drought shall there be
And many dissentions amongst people
Blasphemy inequity envy and villainy
Indolence pride and intemperance
So that every man shall
talking about rich or poor
'Cause once you start sharing
You always feel somehow that you got more
And wouldn't you like to feel
There'll be folks there
on
Black Maybach Maybach getting rich
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
When she suck this Maybach dick
Maybach Maybach does that shit
Timing is money and money is
lookin in his uniform
Officer petty in '44
And you might say
Hey what's so great
Sounds like a simple man
He wasn't rich or famous
But to me he
Terrified alive
Know what I'm thinkin'?
Death don't fear dyin'
Life's the stupid man's wager
Beset by the venom of the scorpion's nature
Infinite danger
Fear
Joanlee Feat. Mike Classic - ”Misunderstood"
Written by: Joanlee & Mike Classic
INTRO:
MIKE:
Yea..., ugh, ugh, ugh - ugh gyea.
It's like, it's
Nah
You don't know me
Cuz the old man's dead
Bang bang
To my flesh
I choose Christ instead
I've been bought at a price
By His blood that was shed
You
the masters hand and the appetite
Between the rich and the poor that don't care anymore
Between you and me and our dirty war
Bury me with all hell to pay no
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he
let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you
The TV's not your father fool, that video's not your momma
Try your best to be a man and your
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigal Sunzini)]
(It's beautiful God, love it as peace
Let's just get out together, man
In this hard world, I'm just
(JD on the track)
Bunch of rich killers (killers)
Ride around in 'Rari's (skrrt)
Doin' drive-bys in a drop top foreign
We gon' make that Draco
projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his
American Dream
Think I was born with these poor man blues
Sometimes I wonder about people like you
Handin' down orders, sit back, and watchin' us do 'em
your back to give your children just a little fucking more
But your going to stay poor
If your daughter need some braces there's no money for the basics
I had dreams I could buy my way to heaven
Woke up out it and flipped another onion
I told fiends I'll be back in a second
Man he so annoying he just
the check up, these niggas lame and they poor
I'm a call up david beckham, get in the field like before
I ain't fucking with these niggas, cause that would
(Traditional)
Good morning, Mr. Railroad Man
What time do your trains roll by ?
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25 minutes 'till 5"
"At 9:16 and 2:44 and 25
the main man
I've been ballin' so long, need an Ace band
Calvin Klein on my waistband
In Adidas tracksuits like we breakdance
Say man, how it feel to be
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