Lyrics:
Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy
ayó chukwu for
The better part, bed beside his side aye
Life on the stressin'
Yeah
Best life living
Best life we living
Best life we living
Pooping up
teach but we learn from history
Doc Wes JP smacking words on living free
RQ the best all around blessing fest
Now make your soul feel unstressed
Now
jail, all the crackheads are dying
My man got AIDS, he was hit hard
To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this
never been friends but I know some
Tricks I can treat
That'll sweep you off your feet
And the same broom that I use
We'll jump over when it's sweet
If I
bother me
Everyday masquerade
There's always too many plans we laid
Keep going faster down the grade we made
We're breaking away from the past
Reaching
happy Christmas
This year of 1968 going on 69
Happy Christmas, happy New Year
All the best to you from here
I'd like to wish everybody
Happy Christmas,
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
jars stop living in lust not what God made you for God gave me the power so I laid these bars be a reflection of truth and not a lazy board
Most
Talking to my old self, like what you scared of
I know haters tryna get on my back; They laid off
Grinding to the top, get money and the suite, we
Rock with me
Yeah just like that you got it
We do it at the park
We do it by the lake
We do it in the streets
We keep it in the team
We keep it after
they stress
They Don't even dare pay less
When they appear we step
When we appeared they left
What ya grinding for
Everything
Forever living lavish
What
a man
And He loved me even when I was a sinner man
Paid the sacrifice, the word came in a man
Claiming sons and daughters, he came with a plan
He laid his
the block
Handcuffed by the cops
Now we all in
Two brothers and my pops
Mom kickin' it with God
That's his plan understand
Now we all in
Doin' somethin' that
their stuck in a turkey as big as this one!
Watch us as we scratch and claw out hour
Upon the stage in yet another feeble-minded attempt
To turn
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
do shit
Thought we were exclusive
Heartbreak summer I didn't plan to be a nuisance
Dropped dead while you're out there living whatchu do since?
New
to do anything for a buck that's a fickle plan
The ran the biggest scams marketing they brands
We never bought in it fuck it now we targeting the man
fly on the Eastside
Fa sho, they smoke the best on the Westside, ok ok
Here comes a superstar, laid back and confidential
Got double platinum
lil one don't got a waist
She tryna get laid, laid
I just wanna get paid, paid
But I gotta find a way, way
All I know is work, the whole day
Right, boy
what you give
If that was the case then I should've been dead
Two to the chest maybe one to the head
Is it skills or a plan why I'm living instead
And that day I found you
I found you
I found you
Living in a house of cards
Waiting for it all to fall
Hope for the best plan for the worst
That's
therapeutic
Taking all of these emotions, put it all into the music
That’s the blueprint laid by the realest ones that do this
'Cause they choose to be
to slug ya
Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
ohh what I feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie
Got
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