Lyrics:
you more
Cos from the ghetto where we're born and grow
And you are the only one that i know
My ghetto girl
I love you more
Cos from the ghetto where
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
Niggas love to Freestyle but hate to Fellowship
[Zaakir]
Yeah, taste the city's agenda, most of you outta
(Oh my God what is this? And L beat?)
I'm living proof that you could do it too
By time I turned twenty-two I had an M or few
Get it had a M
If by the grace of God I can replace it with a smile
I hope my soul can be redeemed, you know it's bound to take a while
Cause you know, I mean you
the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I
the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I
Does not a rose
By any other name
Still smell as sweet
Is not a life
Without a little love
Still incomplete
Be it Jah Rastafari or
Christ
and strength, delivered us up it
Now we are so far above it we are no longer in touch with suffering
Saint Macy, God love Him
Listen!
Can you make the decision?
Can't stand to be
Consumed by this insanity
Cast aside my vanity
To follow God’s plan for me
Just a messenger
Sent by a God who loves his people
Reminding
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
feel the beat set me free
But most of all I'm grateful for my angels
In realms unseen, where hopes abide,
I know I have an angel by my side.
Melodic
niggas
You're the definition of (Satisfiction)
Listen up, I been where you're going three times and plus
Big houses, cars, jewelry, bad bitches all
Toast to the lords love to the lords
Rula
Excuse me motherfucka
You ain't even mention my name
I set fire to slim rhymers
That battery gotta timer
Blocking calls She gone shoot the messenger
Love can be so cold
I think my heart need a coat
How can she be so cold
Where she from don't even snow
Claim I
We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by?
Just reply, you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it
died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world
we can't condone
A I'm just sorry for your slut shamming I wonder where you now
I hope that she's maintaining
So when I see her
I'm wondering now who
a couple of days
I'll be dead to ya'
Have you deleting texts
In your messenger
I guess I'm just reckless
Girl I'm sippin' and I just
Caught me a buzz
You
worth God made you Beautifully
Young inspired by tela
We ain't trying to be poor righteous teachers
Bruh we been cold since separate but sequel
But
something greater
Love yourself now not later
You're unique by yourself
Got your own damn flavor
You can only be your own savior
And if you focus on your self
never faze me.
Those Hocus-Pocus motherfuckers want you lazy.
Ain’t a good thing came from complaining.
Channeling energy from the source.
Love is wealth
the church churches been clappin' at weak sermons
Leaving the weak hurt, no one's changed by Sunday's service
We need discernment, check what you be
since secured the services of the University Volleyball
Mascot,
A llama by the name of Missy.
When the baby was ready,
The child was removed via
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
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