Lyrics:
well on the young
'Cause wisdom in your teens would be a lot less fun
I believe if you just go by the nightly news
Your faith in all mankind would be
well on the young
'Cause wisdom in your teens would be a lot less fun
I believe if you just go by the nightly news
Your faith in all mankind would be
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
begun.
Soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant
(phew)
Fuck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you fuckin' finished, kid (yeah,
and leave you for dead son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck
someone (what?)
Who really deserves me
(I can't believe you'd do this to me, baby)
And he's all I need
I'm makin' my move, I found someone new (you
my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoes
F- them stupid Pumas, b-, it's all about them new edition Troops
You get them LL Cool J
You get them LL Cool J coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my
opin kid
Stop frontin', you know we got cha opin kid
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this motherfuckin' rap
trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by
Before I start this dance
I take a chance in telling you
I want more than just romance
You are my destiny, I can't let go baby
Can't you see
Cupid
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
tight you stayin' in it
You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep
I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka
I hope you high
countrymen that died in vain
You're the new prince ruler
The red dog Cairo king
An international inspiration
The number one topic most trending
And now
God makes no mistakes waves
Born this way! Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby!
I was born
Let us pray
Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me, who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?
I see mothers
rocking new designer And she got long hair with a fat derriere
Baby I can't help myself and do none but stare
Turn around, girl you perfect everywhere I
the ass?
And I ask you what other nigga, would step up with the love to give her
G's in the house for you and the kids and even for your brother nigga
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
I do, love you
You can catch me in the hood smokin' good, posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin' good,
that's why you hate you're not made for intelligence
I hope you never make a baby, hope you stay celibate
This shit is in my bones, the rungs of my
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
dandruff
I'm far from a new kid on the block, I hang tough
Was handcuffed to false pretense but they were out of luck
Released myself from captivity escaped
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