Lyrics:
Thing, take my money
I'll pay your way for a real good time
Short trip across Paynes Prairie
I'll have you home by 11:59
Raylene came from old southern
It's a Smash!
Play-play-play-play-players never doubt
You did good, $lick
It's the demented motherfucker, kickin' it with my brothers
facing[01:59.42]Got these habits[02:00.55]And there not changing[02:02.05]Looking for a better life[02:03.87]I'm waiting[02:04.92]Thought by now[02:06.11]Maybe I made
someone else will raise your sons and daughters[00:34.44]Yeah, yeah, yeah[00:35.59]When I walk up in the building I feel like a supervillain[00:39.49]I'm
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
Bud met Alice
In six months they were married, March of ‘71
And moved into a little house
With her 6-year-old son
It was three years before by
A stroke
wanted your attention. And you ta take these inches. Wud put cho legs up by my head them deeper strokes was fittin. Wud grab yo waist pick up the pace
nigga my sons, Chris Paul[00:48.47]You a whole bitch nigga, RuPaul[00:50.21]Mardi Gras took the top of the roof off[00:51.94]I can't Fuck the broad raw by
what I was in for
I was 5'9" like Royce with the giant voice like Mike Winslow
Never been quite like them so I'm on my own time
Mind darker than
in how to ball
Surrounded by niggas that sell
More powder than y'all
Standing like statues and they
Proud when they fall
Til then they selling dope
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
But the hate ain't one
Fuck it the cash ain't either
So I'm strapped with a gun
I hit the West on the tip
While I'm flipping a '59
Eyes covered by
Gather around, gather around
Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit
Police sirens behind him while he's driving
Instantly causes
Gather around, gather around
Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit
Police sirens behind him while he's driving
Instantly causes
two black titties bang
White cat's kitties
Cause the gas price shitty
Funny with good credit? Yeah
Fill my gas tank with premium unleaded
Plus got
Little do they know that their son is on a road
Headed to a deal they wanted him on honor roll
Not to many people thought that I could conquer both
Veni
for the disbelievers.
25 And give good news to those who believe and do righteous deeds; that they will have gardens beneath which rivers flow.
like (Chaka?) fuckin Chewbacca
Connect the dots, murder by design
Shit on your intellect, and fertilize your mind (mind)
Pull out the gauge and we can
I've decided he's grumpily, by my discovery
5'9 is tryna be somebody
The upper echelon recognizes by his redundancy
Hov took you off Renegade like it
it's shit, i want to go have a good time
Next thing i know, i'm talking to PC59
He tried to do me for havin' loads of crazy fukin' drugs
I just wanted
28 summers survived , won off of defense
Deja Vu , shits by design -
It’s hard to keep friends
That nigga told , he should’ve died it’s been some
Nigga them really done fucked up now
Lemme catch my breath
Finna hold my breath
Yo, Power this a really great beat, good job
Get it and go,
the Beatitudes, where the pure of heart will see God
That's interesting because in Matthew 5:9 it says
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be, called
Sons
spanish and blacks back in the hood where the good die young
Because on every corner there's a spot you could buy guns
The streets flooded with diseases
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