Lyrics:
(Ooh, Ohh)
Here I stand before you - brown.
Color of the mountains
Colossal as the earth
Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
Moe Town
Life movin' too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down
My father been said I need Jesus
So he took me
the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
from him since
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
Either you
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
that shining light
But I'm scarred by barriers placed in my path, I'm scathed
This ride that takes me through life
Leads me into darkness but emerges
check it out
Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break
In my old school bumpin' that "Kiss of Life" beneath the city lights
Caught up in the moment, getting misty eyed
'Bout to give my past life a long
reputation would miss me
What they see from me
Would trickle down generations in time
What they hear from me
Would make 'em highlight my simplest lines
on every ride
Cause I got to, I got to nigga
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don't worry bout the price
daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
Step off
snuff it out
And you're gonna die
We come from the north
We come from the ice
We live dangerously
And very short lives
We fight day by day
Sailing
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
stay, lay the pistol or pay
We official, okay?
I got cooked up dope sent down from the Bay
(Yee)
From my cousin Ricky, with the sticky icky
West Coast,
my life through Dave Free (swear to God)
She said she broke down when Prince died (it's alright)
Bitch my hair down, Prince live through me (I am
the house
My nigga Buck, my clique niggaz
My murder by number niggaz
My nigga black, 0-1 you know
My new nigga life...what's happenin?
Yeah
Bout the let
no camera's, forget a quote
Some of my family doing good, most doing dope
I from Virginia where they hang the n-ggas by rope
I used to see my
Came down to find you here celebrating all alone
Traveling in a caravan of ice tears
I come to claim you all for my own
Of course your scared
As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again
T.I.P. shawty
Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his thing
Get
(all my niggas)
Stick and move
You know I'm sticking to the code (finesse)
No more knick knock
We kicking down your door (we finesse)
No not
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