Lyrics:
YOUR HANDS UP AND ENJOY RIDE
GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME
LIFE IS A TRIP
DON'T STAY INSIDE
Friends are a source of energy
Here's a shout out to my family
fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutchmaster
Enter my potential of script it might flash you,
Wit impact, of a two hundred pound wind,
See you chased by
Summer winds still blowin (blowin)|Summer suns still glowin (glowin)|And the kids still laugh as they play all day.|I met a real fine lady
again, get away from all your friends,
would you still be happy if I ain't have no bens sometimes
I ask myself, would she forgive me for them other kids
I
a bank roll take a nigga shoppin
got her own shit take a nigga
Blockin you out there poppin them pills fuckin them stank hoes
Keep it real you aint
to die
And there ain't no thrills in the afterlife.
So lift me up out of here my friend
And I'll wander the night 'til the ages end."
Lit by the moon
champion we keep on improving
And I'm Main Source man, I'm breaking and moving atoms
What we spit is absurd
Since a kid, I've always loved the rhythm
Trouble tracks me down
It's been dragging me around
Since my feet first touched the ground
And I'm kicking like a kid
'Cause I can't get rid
I'm on the 28th floor looking out through the window
My boots are propped up on my desk
They pay me good money to contribute I know
But I'm Medina
sins - catholic fashion, that's not just
Bread you're eating
lesson in Civics #1: no hubcaps 'till you're sure you're done. black
Windshield keeps out
I'm deemed to be wrong, to be wrong, to be wrong.
So I've got to keep holding on
They always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I'll be
all that I am (what)
I am what I am, I'm still a hooligan (hooligan)
I'm waking up at like eleven in the morning
Playing by the rules, yo, it's
thinking crime gonna help
I brought a child in this world but I can barely feed my damn self
Water and bread, who gonna keep the kid fed?
Jacking ain't dead
25 to life me cuz I'm killing all you boys
One by one, I'm D.C. sniping all you boys
But I keeps the chosen ones
I love the freaky boys
Not many
and come through the gate is on
Chit chat and this raps’ll never face a don
So if you thought you’ll never see the kid pop
Then you fuckers got it mixed up
bust a cap
He might hit your top
Fuck your bitch then take a dab
This ain't crypto rap, I’m on my fuck shit
Why your bitch keep calling at the function?
But would you give it all up for me?
You said you'd save a dime a day
And build a log cabin down there by the river
Where we can raise the kids
of the shit that I learned from school
Tired of the things that I don't wanna do
Pissed by the shit people want me to
I miss all the things that I used to do
day's a holiday
If they ain't tell me tomorrow was Halloween I'd never known
I've never been the type to keep up with dates so while ah
Everybody is
and you'd be gone with the kids
And the worst part is I can't tell if I give a shit
Garbage bag over a broken window, it keeps out the bugs but not the cold
beautiful than
You can possibly imagine
You are a fighter, an undefeated champion
Created in the image of absolute perfection
So hold your head up high kid
buyin' chicken
Glock on me now
Ballin' like I play with Pistons
22nd nigga
Known for standin' on that business
Niggas try to keep up with the gang
But
name we gon' keep anonymous
Said that we the same
He too was raised fatherless
Said "It's do or die
I'm at the edge, Duffle
With the thought of suicide
keep moving
Like peeps pursued by police in sets in cheap movies
Rare like like three googies
Tearing beats seamless
Wearing three seasons
Take heed
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