Lyrics:
prepared for the world and be thankful of the time that I get
To be young on the run
Don't be eager to be grown, have some fun
You'll look back when you
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
time ago?"
"O Mary dear, the clay has changed me.
I'm but the ghost of your Willie, oh."
"Then oh cock, oh cock, oh handsome cockerel,
I pray you not
[Chorus]
Before I sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
And if I shall die before I awake
I pray to the lord, my soul to take
For goodness sake
the mop
Cautious or not every nigga get got
By that nigga thats hooded all black spilling time
Dripping im dripping im dripping a lot
Niggas be tripping
in the corner (corner)
Sneaking out the back door
We really could be
Living young, wild and free
I left a note in the hallway (hallway)
By
Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street
you know the law enemies stand side by side
You can either kill em now or wait for them
what we do
This is what we do nigga - gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time - gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood - gangsta talk!
[Kurupt]
Lil baby we ain't fucking only want that sloppa
Tell a young nigga I ain't with all that drama
Better stand on yo cuz I know some niggas that'll take yo
grew old and saw the bitter pain
Saw the young women hurt saw the hittas slain
Praying up to God we pray for better days
I done came so far what can I
Goin' uphill is hard but I swear my ceiling's limitless
Subtractin' the negatives and now I see the difference
Used to pray for harvest and now I'm
hookah, I'm talking about flavour
(Ngi funa iPatek)
(Yeah)
(Huh)
Block hot 22 got no patience
The streets look like GTA missions
The 4th time, I made my
were young
Uh
You proly heard grand Dad too had biceps
And granny was among the ladies with the hottest curves
But time goes by everything on a speed
age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage
He used to hustle on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't
an early age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gauge
He used to hustle on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he
I remember when you would
Pray on my, downfall
And now that I've got my wings
I am no longer off balanced at all
Yeah
I was born in a house, with no
my homies in the sky I’ll see you later
The good die young and all I feel is pain
The sun gone shine and all feel is rain
And I can’t let no nigga get
path of a young dreamer tryna navigate this
Long road of curves and bends
Forget tryna take the safe path
No limitations
Dreams Never Die
Dreams Never
Demons got me ridin' in a benz
Gotta say a prayer for the day,
Pray he keep them angels on my side
The devil he is breathing he's alive
cll the times he
to be dope and live by the son
Look i'm out here in the valley so there's no place to run
Yeah i'm out here only 19 but I feel 21
Still so young but drunk
a different way
Start to question what the teacher say
Felt neglected I refused to pray
May God forgive me for them days
Aye
Trying times that shit weighs heavy
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
made her sweater
Heatherette with a Rock & Republic skirt
Steve Madden boots
Or was it Baby Phat
Nah, they said sis was young, built tight,
but still
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