Lyrics:
and go run up with the kids
As I'm talking business
James, How much the percentage is
Liberty ringing at my door like I'm a Philly kid
Said we can take you
jams
Blowin' the tweeters
Rugged raps with a DJ cut in the meetings
G-G-Get 'em!
Let me give you facts, before CashApp
I was frontin' niggas workin'
something to believe in
You take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And give me something to believe in
And give me something to believe in
Yeah
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
of thinkin'
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it's cool
I'm still livin' over East
We still chillin', sippin'
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Nan
Always itchin' for something to do, was flippin'
Through radio stations one day and discovered
clearly, even today)
Move back to Michigan again, to live with my Grandma Nan
Always itchin' for something to do, was flippin'
Through radio stations
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn
you'll have a piece of me when you're moving on
Of course it ends, everything does
But still that doesn't mean that u should just give up on love
The ocean
Generational Wealth
Tryna build something like that but not by myself
Need a wifey in nothing but a white tee
Make love all night got her smiling
the fakes
I think you should trade
Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (ooh!)
I been
the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies,
To see the earth through painted eyes,
To look through
like a hater
That's something that comes when you eatin', like a waiter
Live from the 718
It's the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run
I can't breathe
Don't shoot please
Don't kill me
Ugh, saying in my mind
Something's gotta change
Sam Cooke with it
Make you feel the pain
James
get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wid it
Give me
Most producers be quietly biting Dilla
Fronting
You need to cut it out 'fore I gut it out
Watch me shit on your little recipe
While the Dilla legacy live
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck?
You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
'Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in
the words come easily,
everybody join in an' sing along with me . . .
Make love to live, let life make love to you,
make love to life an' no matter what
much to me, I just wanna give right back to 'em you know
When 16 ain't enough, but I only get 16, that's like a cage you know
When 16 ain't enough, I
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
and for that
I give them my torso
You think about it and don't call me lyrical
'Cause really I'm just a nigga
That's evil and spiritual
I know some rappers
demons they will fright
Wanna be lit Jesus give me light, not through the whip and not through the drip
I really want you just to live in me
I really want
touch her
And that has to mean something
"I knew that I wanted a gym theme"
Shrug "And that's that" That's that
Guys that's that
She sees me grasping,
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