Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Yeller, a pit bull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin' the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
Double R and we get
found, found
Bought her an LA mansion
She said let's go and burn it down
I think she's seen too much now
She said she's on life twenty now
She sells it so
Love your enemy because love is the enemy
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has
'em twenty-five, but they get cheap, you get a dub (cheap)
You tryna score a hundred, nigga, I can make it flood (flood)
I'm saved by the bale for
the numbers?
How much did you sell?
What's the radio spins?
How much shampoo can you sell with
Your face on it and shit?"
Remind me again why we in this shit?
(for) hundreds (the money)
Never sell your soul for the money
Ones (what) fives (would) tens (you) twenties (do) fifties (for) hundreds (the money)
Never
one can see me now, Paul
Only you
And you can't beat me now, Shaun
So fuck you
Take that down to town
It's the other way around
You would sell me
10 bands on me nigga that's light
I swear them xan's make them think I sell white
We get that tan in and step on that twice
I made a phone call
money to buy pasties that are made by Ginsters
i'll even sell you photos of arseholes and sphincters
theres loads of ways to make some cash but the best
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
They be coming with projects so fast all of the time now
Drop a mixtape then an album just to get their rhymes out
I hone in on each poem cause I
She used to sell me dreams by the milligram
Chasin' highs whenever feel again
I told her bring it back and make it real again
I told her bring it
yourself
Hugh Hefner and Elvis Presley
The most important revolutionaries of the 20th century
Say yes to those who sell
Be happy in yourself
Hugh Hefner
(Respect it)
(Mondo On the beat)
Tone
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty
and walkie-tizznalkies
Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain
Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang
You know what that bring? Ching
Да, сейчас, сейчас-сейчас
I bought some rock star ashes
I guess he wouldn’t mind it
They couldn’t sell his soul
The liger in my bank
Is going
In each of our lives we have a sole purpose
You must trust the try to see if it's worth it
The choice is yours: the in crowd or the ardor
Will you
of business
Are you doing? What's
The numbers? How much did you sell? What's
The radio spins? How much
Shampoo can you sell
With your face on it and shit?
the present where the future can be moulded
The reoccurring question is:
What would I have told myself ten years ago?
Focus
You know the O was replaced by
replaced by an S
There ain't a broken home I don't represent
Still misunderstood
Still conflicted
How many times have I looked at the man in the mirror
of the coward
We’re all afraid that we are not enough
Driven by lust of feeling validated
We sell our soul to uphold the lie we live
Paralyzed with fear
Wallace and Green found love
in the middle passage
not high school debutantes
they laughed like family
in the bed each Sunday
he drank coffee a lot
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