Lyrics:
This ain't no high school love
You can tell me what you want
I'm up the stairs in the dark
And I leave the door unlocked
Mm, you think it's
boys no more
Not black and red boys
Frightened by the night
By the catholic monochrome
The catholic girls now
Stark in their dark and white
Dread in
the best oh yes behold the monster
Lead by example your will to succeed
Is measured how you handled almost everything
In life my life man it's never what it
hand, like a spray paint can
The canvas is your mind, the black Michelangelo
Hands'll sculpt, the Eiffel tote, the mics I broke
Residue lead
Enthralled through
I know that my eyes ain't blue
But you see I'm a woman
Of the ghetto
I'm proud, free
Black, that is me
But I'm a woman of the ghetto
should've thought twice
Now living without your shelter
I can only hope for paradise
Miserable life
What's the point of living it
Without joy?
I, I need you
get what I thought I wanted
Imagine looking up & taking advice from a contreprenuer who don't even own it
Thats game right
How can you change when
Aphilliates nigga
Pay attention bitch
Shots out marshallville
Dblock boys whats happin
War town whats happin
Shots out the whole valley
I got you
I
what can i take from you
what can i take from you
whats worth a plug nickel from a silly fool
what can i take from you
why did i leave you there
And we both feel lost
But I remember what Susan said
How love is found in the things we've given up
More than in the things that we have kept
might, don't walk to me
Foreign, foreign whip, yeah, what is it called
Pull up in that shit lil' bitch, yeah, like a boss
Had a lil' bitch from down
don't come runnin' up on me talkin'
Bout your good ass weed my nigga
I don't give a fuck
I got some good shit right here, yea
What up Chevy all my niggas
Just What Can Happen x 5
Verb and add a metere
Prime time for your mind staff
Lyrically I be the illest monster
Stomp ya
One for the treble
like I was to you
Wish I could stop by
And maybe say hi
Wish I could jus' stop by
And lay by your side
The tables have turned
And I've
there twenty minutes fore my people walked in
I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these
comin' up with, that's resemblin' glue
(And what about the people
That's hatin'?) Stop, look
If you don't understand the future or the hop
Here, let me
self will show up, ah
over the 5 a.m. sun, -
- The moon is shining
over the docks shining
ooohhh, calm as an angel
Girls in the market know what
me there's a part that wants nothin' but love
But the rest of me know war is what's waitin' for us
So I stays ready, keep my pay heavy and boss up
the grass ain’t always green
Enjoy the trip you on right now
'Cause life ain’t what it seems
Okay I done
Cleaned up my slate
Ready for another plate
'Cause my
Money up
S-t-a-x
Bout his money up
Yea bout my money up
Ya bout my money ya
Chillin wit my nigga kodak black
We still jump
In the kut
Hambrick to all
You know I been down for a minute
I Run my own shit boss man no limits
No matter what it is Ima Get it
Running up the check
Yeah I'm running up
Makes me think about the days when I would wish you were mine (Aye)
I took the two two
I'm vibing again I'm riding around in this wraith
What am I do do
run up on us and I promise you will die
The visions the demons like what is the meaning you fend for the demons who fuck up your whole life
You don't
Bitch I get hot off the muhfuckin' pills
Raging again, this what they want
I flame that shit up, I flame that shit up
Trying to get me to chill, ion
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