Lyrics:
Everybody around me done been through so much
Yall motherfuckas would never understand this shit man
GTM for forever nigga, on god, lets get it
I found out
'm the heavyweight champ
Sitting on the top of ropes wit it
Tryna fight to the top
When Its Dark Out, and it's cold, nigga
I'm making Music to Be Murdered By
And they
about
Men don't stay around
Came out a polished gem
Born out of wedlock…so it's prayers by the bed side
Now I'm a step-father…Give these kids everything I
next?" So she spites me
"You're old, you should walk our child"
They say I don't have a hair out of place, that's cause my lifestyle is airtight
But I got
Sure you did it right
I'm the old man yelling
Telling kids to shut the Hell up
Cause I'm trying to get these images
In my mind to develop
Buy my stock
every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas
twenty-eight year old I know
Remember back in the days on the GTA
When me and Aunt Gilles used the bus pass
Now I go out on the road, come home see my kids
get back to 1985,
Eventually I manage to convince the old man,
And we head out to where I hid the DeLorean,
I hook up the camera from the video shoot,
players, bees made for flight
Password was money, mansion lit all night
Daybreak I rise, sunny be my host
No words are spoken, old school now ghost
One for
the box Rick, knock 'em out Rick)
I don't know, I think he be crackin' it up or something (knock 'em, knock 'em, knock 'em)
Well, good night (knock 'em,
Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd listen
That same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy
Cold nights had no pity on this
daddy done
Who's the big man, now that I've got your gun, oh tell me do you love me now
Called in the choppers, called in the fed
Soon enough they'll
Hahaha
Hahaha
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Yeah
Woah
Yaa
Woah
Her texts is gettin green
She gettin old
By baddies gettin old
My baddies
Gotta
raised by a addict with money in the attic.
Got goons while you at it at
This present time I'm out of my mind and that's a habit,
Still got them
I'm reminiscing just listening to old songs
You my right hand man I'm feeling so wrong
I was quarterback you was wide receiver you would go long
Just
I'd expect something in return...
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother who might
Be decked out like
you would stay for a little while
Its dark and I can't even see your smile
A cold old man that was once child
I just want to tell you I miss you
1
Well my daddy Amram was a mystery
It was just my ma, my sister and me
When they took me out and bundled me in style
Now, I ain't mad that they ran
Throwing shade cause I get my groove on
None of these losers know how to move on
When they gonna put their big boy shoes on
Lack of support when I put out
me done
And you niggas still owe me
Been ended them
Them niggas is old beef
I hole in one
Them niggas is bogey
I didnt call her she called me
that you imposed, how will I call it out?
We called and we laughed, now we cold and your breath
Of your own on my neck, but your soul unattached
I
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
When you enter the harsh and
Rugged lands of Illy Philly
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn
Called up my son
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
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