Lyrics:
the house of hip hop (a good guest)
(Dope)
Some wise words from Your Old Friend
What matters is the beats and if the emcee goes in
It's not about
Trying hard to remember
What it was like to live full of so much hope
Is this feeling still somewhere
Or was it left behind in the house we sold
Now
Trying hard to remember
What it was like to live full of so much hope
Is this feeling still somewhere
Or was it left behind in the house we sold
Now
not make up for i just thank the Lord everyday for sure plus a little extra more for this special glow which im so thankful for these just tears of joy
too
But any who
This creature in Christ is new
I am chosen
My name is listed with a few
It’s like a marriage looked at the Lord said I do
I do believe
to predict a glitch
Building a house brick by brick and bit by bit
I light a thick spliff get my wit in pitch
Now whether you spitting them dope rhymes.
we comin' from North side
That young nigga 'bout that beef and screamin' "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old-heads, sold
when I was comin' up all I had in the pot was some Ramen noodles and Spam
And I was like damn and this is some bullshit
I don't want to live like this
[Intro]
Shake it off. Lord, I won't do this song
This is a fight with myself
I want to gain much wealth
I want to live by myself
But I'm surrounded
started.
Ambarisha..
I am sorry for my rude behavior.
My life is in your hands.
Please forgive me
and stop the Sudarshana Chakra.
Oh Lord..
I still
and a big oak tree
Born and raised in an old farm house
We love the Lord and we love the South
Yall invited so come on down
We'll show you how it's done here
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
My mama used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I
ride the wave but yo bxtch she can ride dick
Watch on my wrist it can tick but I’m timeless
Put it in her face damn son where’d you find this
I really
the butt
Ridin' by the see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but
They see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house
For the brown
up our old lives
What you think the Lord gave me this gift for
What you think he letting Satan sift for
Riches in the heavens what we give folks
and thrown into the fire
So then you will know them by their fruits
Not everyone who says to Me Lord Lord will enter in to the kingdom of heaven
But he who
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
through bone house painting Ezekiel thirty seven
All the lil kids coming through like that's amazing
I'm a light in this dark world demonstration
Tryna help
the children had eaten, she put them to bed.
They soon fell fast asleep in the
two clean beds.
Now this old woman, who seemed to kind was really a wicked witch.
PRAYING THAT GOD CHANGE MY WAYS & BLESS ME WIT A HOUSE/ SO MY WIFE & KIDS COULD LIVE IN IT/ I JUST GOTTA QUIT THESE PLAYA WAYS & CALL IT QUITS WITH THIS
PRAYING THAT GOD CHANGE MY WAYS & BLESS ME WIT A HOUSE/ SO MY WIFE & KIDS COULD LIVE IN IT/ I JUST GOTTA QUIT THESE PLAYA WAYS & CALL IT QUITS WITH THIS
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