Lyrics:
Gotta chocolate bitch on my side she not from Willie Wonka
I'm fresh as a mint rocking designer I don't need a sponsor
Stone cold Steve Austin
that, a nigga been knockin' more lady's boots
Than Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan with childish thinkin'
The last time I got
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
on camera
They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
As I hang with Jehovah's
Cornier than Gatlin, I’m the new god (new god)
Cringier than Ja when he thought he was Tupac (Tupac)
Quirky, quirkier than Steve Buscemi’s Khrushchev
Emmee Emmeebillz
You all know what time it is
I pray to
I pray to
I pray to
I pray to
I pray to GOD yeah
I Pray to G O D
Wanna get this money till I
I'm celebrating cuz I got money on me
Young money army lock low shoes
One two one two yeah we in the party
We don't buy shots bottles by the case
We up
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
much time
Cus we
A little too young be in love
A little too old not to want to love
A little too old not to live it up
A little too old not to live it up
for my sister Lord
This one for my loved ones pray they know I love em
Let my emotions get there best of me I cain't even lie Lord
Wasted so much time
my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
Hold me by
Big man from the 244,
Roll deep with the boys in a 4 by 4,
You’re dumb if ya come for war,
Whole fleet show up on your front door for sure,
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
on me
I'll take the risk of dying young as log as I succeed
See being is just a option death is guaranteed
You'll drive yourself insane by stepping in
no one else would
Ever say nuttin’ and stay frontin’
And get up and just perform, shit is enormous
Shout out to Steve Stout
You know what this shit
written
By the greatest living author
Yeah, for my brother
Yeah I love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me fly
Let a young man fly
Let a young
actin' off
Somebody out there please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
Still young tryin' to figure it out
Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there
you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you
feeling
I just feel like most of these
Artists aren't appealing to me
Young T, Mister Olay Free
I'm in the sauce like bolognese
Niggas still bitching
every night everyday all the time
Lord i pray let it rain on me
Let it rai let it rain let it rain Lord i pray let it rain on me
Let it rain let it rain
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
even want a chance, you gotta pray and hope
(Pray and hope)
(Pray and hope)
And if you even want a chance, you gotta pray and hope
(Pray and hope)
(Pray
father time
Cause I'm steady always on the grind
Young nigga always on the grind
Talk that shit that'll be your life
Always keep a shooter on the side
Dont
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