Lyrics:
princess crown you make daddy proud, look at dem people
Comin' in to see you cause they know you're de best
You de best at what you do
And you, walk it like
Hardest thing I ever had to do was look in the mirror
And see what is really wrong
Its ok not to be ok
But its never ok to not wanna be alive
I
day, since I fell apart
I did...oh, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you
Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you...oh...
Pictures on my
is the way to convey to you what I'm facing
Placing my life in front of your eyes for your observation
Now if you can't relate then maybe you are
homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminisce
to give your child credit for what he can do
Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you
Rap music, a form of literature
Words and verbs
You wasted all my time
I’m thinking suicide
Tell me why you lie
Thought you’d be by my side
Now we're out of time
It’s crazy what the time do
Cause I’m
crib with the Quickness
Bossin these n****s like this
A interview
(Wooh wooh wooh)
Yaw just some
Youngins do what my children do
(Do ooh ooh)
bigger than that
Believe me when I say it's just one part of many
Do what you love be the best you can be at it
But if it's rap then you'll never beat me
Lenegdi Tamid
Ki Mamini
You standin by my right hand
You wit me
Baal Emot, when these waves rock this boat
My hope in you's the reason why Im stayin
that
I was your boyfriend
I"m sorry for me wanting you
Sorry for not playing by the rules
But what would you do if you were in my shoes
Feeling lost
that
I was your boyfriend
I"m sorry for me wanting you
Sorry for not playing by the rules
But what would you do if you were in my shoes
Feeling lost
better come with the dough
I need a roll, you niggas be rapping for free in return your career moving slow
What do you know, blowin up a bitch phone while
you just to wind up C flat
And by that I mean just a lil bit off of the scale
Like what the feds found when you wound up in jail
Not safe not sound
of 'em was lost at sea
I says, "Break one-nine for a ten-thirty-three"
What we got was the cotton-pickin' BBC
[Spoken, in a sorta British accent]
I say,
gat in common
Give a fuck who gat what how from who I guess like that I’m stubborn
Give a fuck who’s mob you say you robbed
You guarded by da feds cause
me, dude
Fire and ice
And I just walk by
I'm glad
Over me
Over me
Over me, dude
Fire and ice when you look in her eyes
And I just walk by
Glad I did
Check it
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood with me in your deck
and control me
That only reflects on you
Tape my chest while saying in my head
Yeah, that's just what girls do
Stare in the mirror
Squint my eyes just right
it all from me
You would die for me
All you ever do is lie to me
I wish that I could see it's just a fantasy
I'm tired of hearing what you're saying
the limelight
Of the fortunate ones
You're too weakened by the poison that they feed you
In the living lie, they don't believe you
Call to no one, trust in
This is a dangerous group, that
Groups that we're dealing with now
You know I'm not too patient
I remember all them times
What you wanna do about it
(hey)
All these shots, are you niggas havin' fun yet? (Buck, buck)
I'ma do it by the book so run that (hey)
Take ya bitch, then I ride into sunset
should come through, there's things we can do
'Cause you're so fine, what I like just my type
You need to come, come get me
'Cause I see my invite is
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