Lyrics:
the Christmas guy comes by
Delivering me presents
That don't make me want to cry (Aw)
Horse (Ew)
Did you get the "I'm not a horse" bit? (Um, it's fine)
Oh, okay
you (Ha-ha)
Rondo snuffed Chris Paul and spit on him
Carmelo got the whole NBA tryna shit on him (Damn)
Nobody don't wanna sign him, it don't make no
a long road to the top, I gotta feed my kids
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
I got too
Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were
After Death", give it to you, however you want it nigga
Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga
Cause the shit it get deep, so I
And all it brung was the knowledge of self
It's worth more than money and diamonds
Your soul more than wealth
You can be whatever you want as long as you
shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz
shit plus i got caught a note
niggaz want to vote for my squad
i truly believe the black man is god
my family is mixed when american in yard
oh long yo
in time
I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
Come on, get on, get some (yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal)
We do our thing, son
Listen close
thought it was kinda good
Heh, whatever, hehe
King Mezzy on the beat
Fuck a lawsuit, fuck a lawsuit, yeah
(Ayy, ayy)
What it cost me, what it cost you
shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz
My whole life I been different
I'm just tryna figure out where I fit in
I went to Cali from Chicago
Cause where my heart goes, I follow
And only God
used to be strong on not changing
But when you gettin' money it's a different language
Whatever the price is I'm gone pay it
Whatever this feeling I
whatever it is
It got me acting strange, man
An unexplainable peace
It's something about the name, man
I'm sorry I be testing you
While you be testing me
city smoking green like some collar
I prayed to God I made 1 million dollars
I worked so hard then I fucked round and got it
Chorus
My closet drip
get it
Gotta be lame if u didn't
I ain't two chainz but I'm different
U see I came with prescriptions
Yess
I asked my girl about my music she said it's
After Death", give it to you, however you want it nigga
Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga
Cause the shit it get deep, so I
Hawaii Guatemala
But I've got a bigger problem
Cause it's nothing but a fact
More murders in Chicago
Than Afghanistan and Iraq
When you combine em'
Now my
South (uh, uh)
So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck
'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up North,
of You God
I want more of You God
To live is Christ, to die is gain
Fear the lies, but I got the strength
Come to the altar and pray to the King
you calling
Hit it right in the morning
Got her all night moaning
We can whip in the foreign yea
Got her high I'm Soaring
What she want I'm on it
What
was he thinkin on my corner
When it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin
Somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun
You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no
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