Lyrics:
Keep your faith
If you love your Momma like I love mine
Then you'll know what I'm sayin', and you'll feel this...for real
'Cause aint nobody done for
you go
I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish
I was lying to myself
I could not fathom that I would ever be without your love
Never
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
sean and aiko
My babys an angel , she walking with halos
Cut off the lights she freak, Now she bad like the devil
I am the man, while your just a kiddo
treat it like vandal
It's modern art I'm Basquiat without a red nose
Lift off
This is so dirty
Like it was gon spit on your face
Kick rocks
We got it lit
games like now who's your papa
Say, you can be my missus, I can be your mister
Every single day, yeah, Im boutta kiss her
Love is a drug, man, that's all
Mr producer drop a joint ,I'm tryna smoke by myself
I got a couple points I'm tryna prove to myself
Bhaber the biship been about it ever since he was
casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run
even bought her dinner
I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game
even bought her dinner
I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh)
Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game
on your art
misfits on boat and they hype that
i dont know why you gotta try that
once again fool and i bite back
roll with your boys I dont mind fam
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
The scenery beautiful and it's your face
I'm addicted to you, I think I got laced
By love
Late love, you know it's a drug
Like takin' it goin fuck you up
It's
fight me wait
You would fall to the ground
Are you mad at me
Coz I'm making it now
I could take your pride
Without making a sound
Shh
Uh
I
I was to legit
Handle on the bass without the finger clip
Now you know that I'm a beast
Yeah I got the game from streets
If a man don't work he don't
gon drive me crazy
But I’m menace in the streets
I've been runnin game
I swear it's gon be alright, be alright, be alright
You got your wine and now
me drop
Tell me why they'd wanna see me drop
'Cause I don't know
Took a break for a minute, now it's go time
Young spitter comin' up without a co-sign
Always by your side, you cheated stole and lied
So tell me who's to point their finger?
The years go by so fast; I won't live in the past
I've moved
Married the game and to the bag
Ouuu I want it bad
Fucking up stages getting racks
Ouuu I want it bad
Sipping on Jager whipping fast
Ouuu I want
us
The ends justified by the way they treat us
Working to the bone, left to do it on your own
Broken body, and spirit by the ones who lead us
I
the game (uh), feel like we runnin' a scrimmage
I'm the best, put a nigga in the Guinness
My bitches bad, Trinidad, red stripe in the Guinness
We paint
You and I forever
My dream come true
For the rest of my life
I'll be there by your side
I vow to you
Just for a moment
Can I look upon your face
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