Lyrics:
to the gods and earths five percent first
Ten percent of the regime here putting in work
Plant-based band aids patchwork at work
Handmade plaid shirt that hurt
everything to y'all
You know what I'm saying?
Don't worry, y'all ain't by yourself
You need to know that)
of things
That move me the most
It's a top ten list of things
That bother me the most
A top ten list of things
That scare me the most
I'd have to say
are dope dealers
get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
And the One percent that made it was pure luck
but even he'll tell that his life ain't worth
more
You could really die in the street
Too naive for the globe
These niggas ain't dyin for me
That's the only thing I believe
Cant pray to the one
I
Tryna beef, you get laid out
Gwen Stefani money, that's no doubt
And this piece by piece
Break a bitch a hundred a least
I keep it so under, that I must
Little Red. I should have known from the first time when I
realised their special connection, that I just didn't fit in to my
father's plans. And as I
comforts me
As I am bound by your love and we walk together
In love and unity embracing things that we've come to know
Rooted in love by the light of your
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
San Diego dayglow, get what you pay for
It's not everyday though, they do what we say so
Uh, def that bump
It's not a drop, it's convertible bruh
San Diego dayglow, get what you pay for
It's not everyday though, they do what we say so
Uh, def that bump
It's not a drop, it's convertible bruh
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
that I always have one hundred percent confidence in you
And you would also be confident in me, totally
But until I hadn't met a love like this,
LIFE what a rush as I clutch my fist
By the chip of the tooth don’t bite your lips
No one is bullet-proof there’s a price to live
And there's a time
would, my nigga
Right now I'm just focused, livin' good, my nigga
All that shit on TV lookin' good, my nigga
Shit, you doin' your thing, as you should, my
locked in housing tenements
Eighty-Five percent tenants depended welfare recipients
Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
At night I walk
motherfuckers)
Still nigga (You feel me? Say let that thing blow)
Got enough money, I can get it by the bale, score, I need more to sell
Tryna buy land, need
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll na na
Uh huh, uh, come on
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes
say
Write three things you are grateful every day
Doesn't matter big or small
As long as it means something to you
That's all
So hey you listening
the situation that I am in
Ain't no one to blame
It ain't no one to blame
I'm the one that got myself into this stupid thing
I could probably change if I really
things
Life is weird just from what I seen
But we're awesome
Fight all that nonsense & drama
Smiles on your face keeping pure happiness
Remember to keep it
hard for me
Cause I don't know who, or what I'm supposed to be
And I know it'll work out, somehow
But things were easier when he was by my side
Oh,
things that you want and I'm still okay
I be hoping that I never go through a heartbreak
I know you got your head on right
Was skating on thin ice
Got
stayed up all night, sleep deprived but wake up alright
Fuck it ,you gotta be tired, I done survived things I shouldn't survive
So what? That gotta be
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