Lyrics:
hurts (oh oh)
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise
time on the streets
Yet we still struggle to eat
(Papa, I wanna eat)
Sometimes I end up sleepin' in 'em
Just to make ends meet
Looking over my shoulder
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said,
It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
and went right back they caught em letting off shots
Free Christian y'all call em 3D but I know the real him that name mean nothing me
I answer every time
ain't sorry; nah. No I ain't sorry; nah
No Amends `til I see the end. No Amends `til I see the end
No Amends `til I see the end. A hundred Ms & then I'll
It's always a light at the end of the tunnel and I thank you for it
In Tameka we trust, BBE til the death of me
Yeah, I got a fetish for green
I love me
back an bring out the madness
Light it up matches end with a blunt
Gutting the Dutch Sparkin the green
Stabbing my lungs I'm smoking a Cactus
Run up run
I love nothing more than my truck my girl and drinking lots of beers
Ain't got no time for sucky baggy jeans or all you stupid queers
My girlfriend
mine, killed by da swine
Who crossed da line? Who did da crime?
The mind of a world, destroyin' kind
We're runnin' outta
Time, time, time, time
gotta do
Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man,
grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark
Non stop UK walk
Yo as a hustler in the city before I came to stack Lord knows I got the devil
I'm that OG, some of y'all know me
I used to cop greens from 4G
Nickels, dimes and oz's
I'm like Thor's brother, so low key (Loki)
I might swing
or no grades, workers are unemployed and has a hard time to make ends meet, and we got ghettos which are lawless and out of the police control.
J:
hmm, time to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat
Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve
days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
And anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
Time for some vacation
I'm finally free
I think I'll fly to Cali
US Open 23
I take the overnight
Flight to l a x
I make it there safe
Time to see
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
We had a great time
All good things gotta
hurts (oh oh)
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby
I will love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise
If you wanna play, we can play, meet my little friend
My blicky just like Chucky, that's my friend til the very end
Catch 'em on the block, make 'em
a thief, then he better have the cash for it
And we gonna be around 'til ya body rot
And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
(What!
pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6"1, weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
do to
Me? You can do whatever
I’m already deceased
You can eat my feces with a
Spoon and a green bowl
You’ll never have shit
Getting green on the Super
like Steve jobs with missed calls
Forget a phone I'm in my zone
Make my talk overload
Big talk cause always in my mode
Forget going out I'm in my
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