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came a long ways from them days I was past sick
Cuz you could tell by my lays that I ain't really have shit
Came a long ways from them days we was jackin
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
been waiting a long, long time
How long for so long?
Hoping everything will turn out okay, so tell me
How long is too long?
To sit around and wait
where I was I done came a long way
How im moving now got my opps catching road-rage
Stole a collectible trumpet from John Coltrane
Had it melted down
Electrifying spiritual action
Now tell me
Who else waanfi become truly a madman
Because a madman knows the journey beyond aasman
Light upon light will shed away
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
how they rolling the dice
See how they did my people in the motherland
Spiritual to be compelled by their vice
IM with my Indian
Tribe
Man fck what
the hour
As you can see the taste is getting sour
How long did you think before we threw a counter
Well lemme tell you time is ticking
You get what you give
living in Santa Cruz
My spiritual life growing roots straight through my shoes
With dirt on her boots one day she appeared, long brown hair
In a bun, by
Bandito
pull up with the heat oh and I bet I’ll get them out they seat though
Tell em we need more, bottle service by our seats though, my Shawty got
Oh wretched man- the problem ain't that we rock Timbs
That I am- the problem is we've got sin
Who shall deliver me?- even with a new start
From
to die young
How can I let you to die young
When I’ve searched for you for so long
To hell with other girls
Yanne Licker
All I need is you
So can we
How long you been working on it tell me right now say
All my life
And what you gonna shine what you gonna shine, y'all
All that light
How long you
Preying on Me guess this shit getting spiritual
How I made it out they say it’s a miracle
Talking Money but I’m really not hearing you
Analyzing
camping
Y’all can’t tell me shit now
I got that bag I’m lit now
Not trynna brag but I been on that cash
Done went from rags to riches now
Ran right
invincible
Hit you critical and turn you spiritual)
Yeah
These hoes wanna fuck with me for benefits
I see your life then I'm ending it (yeah)
Turn you
the pain in my back
I tell the fam I'm doing great, but stress is making me bald
I'd sell my soul for a chance, they want 10% tax
I know money won't make me
manic since my birth
See the canvas as a planet I'm commanding with my nerves
Tell 'em boys, don't run from us
I been down too long, cousin
I been
gotta kill this flesh and feed my inner
Spiritual food not carnal dinner
I don't really care if it makes me slimmer
My flesh is a shell I'm a spiritual
complete strangers
Don't try to tell me this is one of these stages
Man you don't know me, you only know what my name is
I'ma
[Chorus]
Make a lot of money
Two hour long conversations on the phone, can't get you outta my mind
Baby are you feeling me, feeling you
Everything you say and everything you do
Just so Pittsburgh, man
So how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Now it's real
So can you tell me how you feel?
Can you tell me how it
tell me it's to late you don't believe I've change
You don't think I'm serious or have the right mind state
For such a commitment you've seen this before
tell me it's to late you don't believe I've change
You don't think I'm serious or have the right mind state
For such a commitment you've seen this before
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