Lyrics:
liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and corone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers,
Bob and weave the pressure
I can't even stand
Who's left in the ring with the upper hand?
Shadowbox your demons
But you pull your punch
Better give up
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
Same time can be spent doing good
Repent to be saved by Gods cngels
Cultivate a farm, c Rap Group, Music Group,
Or help out the poor
Do it for the kids
I ever been God came wit me
Mamba mentality the job ain't finished
Survived a pandemic
I know how to hibernate
Positive energy
What dominate my time
Charlamagne
Million dollar watch, but the shit still plain (on God)
We roll 'em up in a spliffy (21)
Got what's his name hit with the blicky (21)
Wish I
brothers
Screaming fuck a friend
If I fuck with you
Then you should know you man’s
Like Kobe how I pour 2 4s up again
Like Bob Marley how I be blowing
to the top
life is a bitch den na girl i di bob
Fuck fame me I di find na ma Chop
I'll Never go against God like the story of job
stay away If u broke No
and work the plan that's metaphysics
Brick by brick I've been building my own business
Now you want a peace bitch mind ya own business
I grateful to be young
problems
And bob and weaving
gotta see this, god i got mc'ing
I'm just listening
Sitting in the sun she glistening
I think she made of Glisten
She know my
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
Steady judging one another by their appearance
Yes, India, I feel ya, girl
Now go ahead, talk to the rest of the world 'cause
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Does
guy who shut your head, your ass by the duck
Put a lil' bun on my god, I'ma come through the cut, I'ma flip the bitch up
She want me to pivot her pussy
water drip like osmosis
I'll set the mood for ya, you know the vibes
Today, I got time for it, run Forrest
Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe
them
Feel like Popeye
Colard greens in my system
And Rest in peace to Bob
That's my bro Man I miss him
I might be a god Or a god
But not a victim
it's hard
On their radars and their charts
So now I gotta thank God
For the life that I be living and the rhymes that I be spitting
On this mic, yeah it
this drank, bitch, I step in heels
God, my head hurt, I been poppin' so many damn pills
Now my bread hurt, I just bought a crib up in the Hills
Got
I wanna snap like paparazzi
We're the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge
They
I wanna snap like paparazzi
We're the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge
They
I was sitting on the
Couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply
7 days later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep your faith in God
" what I told
"Why?"
Probably 'cause they do not like all my views
Mainstream conservatives don't support me
I go by God's rules can't control me
Everyone is scared
aint no wool
Live your life make ya rule do that
So I’m workin till it’s OT TO fro they know me
Spread the love with homies
My god he put that on me
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