Lyrics:
feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from
feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from
feels good to you baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from
A cup for your dream
I was broke in Atlanta, I had
To lean on my team
Please don't be fooled by the gleam
Vest on my back like it's tatted on me
(O oh)
is my chum
"What’s happened?" My brother asking as I wake up so stunned
Biting my tongue, he was a sponge so absorbent to my notions
Watching
spittin' what I spit when the day is over
Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over
Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, s*** I eat
enough
Cus when it lose value the trade is in a clutch
Absorbing every nugget being dropped by the first man
The original and now you fusing wit it first
Or known as a celebrity
What I have is the ability
To trust in Jesus love
The peace he has given me
I am covered by his blood
I am accepted
I walk in victory
paper
That is beneath me
You squeaking by
Call you squeaky
I’m on this shit
Making a living
My future look bright
And yalls is dimming
See what I say
I'm upset with this
Cause all the vets get no respect for this
The time they spent in this
Was blood, tears and sweat in this
They caught amnesia
My mind boggles and tumbles at the thought of existence
I wonder what's it's purpose
Is it anything worth living
Is it a prison for my soul to be
no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
be -boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead (x8)
[Verse 2:]
a slob
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery
I do it once, I do it twice
Now there's steak with
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]
C'mon yeah [x7]
[verse three]
Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm
(I miss you, Bryce)
(Temper)
Yah Yah
Yeah, you know it's finally the time for the right time
Yeah, we leave your blood on the box so they know we
sister in your class?
Are works justified is it ticked for the first flight?
Are you devoted as a Christian or are you planning to retire
What is your
Swear I was born for this
So motivated I’m driven by the thought of it
My visions towards the win
The finish line doesn’t exist til I’m crossing it
(Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter?
Something man? (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man)
Alright man, I see how it is (I'm
that what I say is real
I've been searching for a sense of direction
But without the motivation, I'm just blind in desperation
But if I know where I can
hate your guts
You ain't even gotta say much
For me to put a pen to a blank sheet of paper
Is like smearin' blood stains with a paint brush
I can't
believe in hocus pocus
To myself I must stay loyal
In my blood is something royal
Gotta live for my own reason
Fore' my reason change like seasons
Find
and historians, and philosophers
Will finally have a say
For the soul of a nation
Is what it's all about
To build a better world
Where no one has to shout
To all
Tell them Kids leave the block before them niggas spin
Niggas paying for their sins
Bullet to his brim
Seen the reaper grin
I got blood in my timbs
sacrificed their best
And for five long days their bravery shown
You thought you had us shattered underneath your bloody banner
Blinded by your conquest
.jpg/225px-Jason_Crabb_in_2013_(10354340755).jpg "Jason & Adam Crabb")
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