Lyrics:
the end
And I'm cool with that life ima die with the racks
Out the R, I go back just to check on the bros
Not my bro cuz you hate on the low
Come support
These are 223s not bbs when I shoot
I stepped in the club and I seen two bitches on the move
These fly Jimmy Choos made both of them bitches choose
You
Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with
this time all the way
Out there lost are the words I still love you
Are they worth the reaching for
Do you love me anymore, darling
[Chorus]
made my mind go crazy
The ropes are too tight
I know they're made by you
I want to get out of the prison
Of my own
Verse2:
You locked me here
I can't be
passions, over its nature
And how it defines who we are
Both crime, and punishment
Are experienced near and far
By the fortune few, and the
Ones who pay
more than a time or two
and I'm relating better lately
taking time by saying maybe
having grace it kinda saved me
and my hope is that
you'll wake me
then you don't know me
I'm remarkable N Inspired by her story
Came from Clarkton, North Carolina Born in 1924
That's my great nana
Ayy ayy
Moved
never be satisfied
[Chorus: x 2]
Are you satisfied?
Whoever told you that it was all good lied
I'm not satisfied
Throw your fists up if you not
many you threw away-ay-ay
Get the fuck outta my way
Can't you see i'm in a race race race
She tryna use me for the fame but i ain't gona let her
I can't
(Clap your hands to what he's doing)
Ayo Pete, man
They gotta pardon us for being on this city shit
The way we are (on tempo, okay?)
Either they
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
down, the risin' flow, you hear me now
I'm always up to something, I got Goon in the house 'casue he my cousin
We got dollars by the dozens, but without
with lethal
Take the city while sleeper, Damn you don't wanna meet the reaper
Damned by the heat of my people, My own kind quick to spit up on ya dreams
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
(where we gon' take it)
Where we gon' take it
Uhh, woah
We use to be strangers, yeah, you ain't know me yet
I ain't know you was dangerous by the way you
Truth come out win I Smoke Who R now different then Some more who R now waiting for you "2 smoke-smoke In & out-out then N LA, LA, LI, LI, LI, LA,
leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca
soar higher than hawks
And eagles, your looks are killer but your thoughts are by far the deadlier weapon
You’re a figure 8 lying down—infinite
'Why are you doing this on the Sabbath?'
They had this whole discourse and dialog between the two of them
Jesus was saying, 'Listen, do you, do you not
That a do like you (uh) and feel like this (uh)
I knew like few who real like this (uh)
I do like you, S-H-E-R (yeah)
Baby we are, two of the flyest,
Sexy girl, I need you (For real) walkin'
She never let it lie, yeah yeah yeah
Oh, you finna get dry, dry
(Dry, dry, dry, yeah, yeah)
Baby, you are a star
Yeah baby, it's Phil Cassese live on Night Talk
We're talkin' about musical genius R.A. The Rugged Man
Let's take some calls, find out what you
With the way your love is declared
Just something about HIVER
Gonna always keep me there
You're the only ghost in town I see
Too numb when you're not by
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