Lyrics:
Best is Yet to Come:
Verse 1
I know you've been feeling down
My friend, you've been asleep
Days and months go crawling by while
You hide your face
pictures if
You is ugly
Excellence his flow
It's so lovely
Do you know what I mean
Now can you see the I man yet
Black on black, Honda Civic 96 ya best
hatin' waitin' for me to take my last breath
No longer Flesh, had peace and yet the rest consume and avenge my death
Served my stretch, did my best then
My life is a mess, naah better yet it's a test
I snatched the chopper from the coppers then put on my vest
Life's a baseball game out west
Oh yes,
it´s out of range
Try to break the golden cage
Torn beside oneself with rage
It´s for the best to stand it numb
Revolution´s yet to come
Living in
and I give it to any nigga that want it
Stay out the dark
Cause if I catch you when the sun is down run it clown
Come up off that or I'm gon' gun
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
and run and run
I cannot let you go, baby
You can eat my ego, slowly
This world is ours to burn, baby
The best is yet to come, hurt me
But don't run
Her
at the mercy I have found
I could never earn His love on my own
Yet every time I come before His throne
chours
I stand redeemed by the blood of the lamb
I stand
are smarter than these chains
And have you figured out yet?
It always figures out best, life goes by
I feel something's not right
We're living in
been."
I have good news for you, when Heaven comes into view.
One glimpse and you'll know, the best is yet to come
Some call it Heaven, I call it home.
and M.O.P.
Just To Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, Salute!
[Chorus]
Holdin it down
Phony ass rappers
Dead serious
Finish em
(Is this
Feds got me on watch wit nuttin yet to charge me
I strike quick, movin on the night shift
Rollin wit those who been the same likeness
Where I come from
better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
The name is
record label hasn't come through yet
You've gained some weight
And all you can think is
When the Romeo's gonna show
Oh, I know, babe,
You're the best
of a rhyme, I will create it
The best is yet to come with much, much more
You got me rockin' you with my rhymes galore
Now, my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes
You are Gone
You are gone
The best was yet to come
You left our land to burn in
Grenfell.
But then comes foes, I have to guard it with missiles
And I become the most wanted
But is it worth hearing a million people problems and followed by
could see why another man threatened by me
Take your woman, put her on a jet, send her overseas
I ain't finished yet, I got a big check
Could buy a big
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
after this is subpar
Who you are? The real you, not avatar?
Satisfied? Not yet?
I'll continue, to give you, my tears, blood, sweat
The best is yet
I kiss the sun
you know the best in yet to come, even if no one
was by your side
somehow I know, you will shine on
we drive through the night
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