Lyrics:
faith
It's got me going insane
When it feels like
Love is a losing game
Smoking away all my pain
When you depend on his touch
Wanna feel your light
And I
of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I
This thing right here is for my people
In the streets,
(swizz beats),and this thing right here will
Take ya ass of ya feet.
Verse one: drag-on
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet
Back down on the ground
Enjoy the silence
remember where I lived at, fifty thousand's going gold
Holla at me when you see me, make yourself known
Instead of hatin' on my music in the comfort
frenemies demon seeds won't get the business
When I speak these lyrics
So if y'all oppose YHWH then y'all oppose my way
Cause I walk in YAH ways
Knock knock
the source when the pen don't leak
We dig roots and stand tall with chopped off feet
With the heart of the motherland
Spirit of the streets
Break molds
gold
Some of this shit, it came with pain
it wasn't too many that were there for me
While walking through the rain
Kept my brother by my side
So just for
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans
You can't stop
One, two
One, two, three
Yeah, inslumnational, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (woo)
Like a million elephants or silverback
tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's
This thing right here (yeah)
Is for my peoples in the streets (ha, ha) Swizz Beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here (Ruff Ryders)
Will get your
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
not because I am tough but I just didn't have any money
He shoved me over and when I got to my feet he pulled out a knife
I asked him to put it away
He
side
Thought some people loved me but it was fuck me when my mother died
Came out of depression now my weapons got suppressers on it
Jordans on my feet
Yeah
Walk With Your Feet on Earth
But in Your Heart, be in Heaven
OK S.J.B. Ora Pro Nobis
Me and my team Preach the king by any means
Don't do this
street lookin for dicks
If your raps touch mine,I deserve to be slapped
She slid my hand against her body like she lighting a match
Satisfied the old
these streets
I got a job bitch ima eat
Got to go hard fucking with me
She want her hair done every week, matching nails hands and feet
She keep the M by
elderly local inhabitant's eyes
Oh time, time we hardly even knew you
You didn't touch us with your lies
In the halcyon days of my late adolescence
My
Bust a ?
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Let her hug
And when I'm done
Tongue touch me 'til I'm numb
But first the outcome is income and then some
Get
the main event
Like the days on the corner
We watch the world go by
On the nights that wasn't right
Like when a good friend died
Yo the street's got a deadly
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