Lyrics:
bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
compressing my cravings
Okay, people been asking what have you done lately
I don't have much to show except for union with what made me
In these modern times, I
, man
I can never ever change, man
God, you made me solid no matter the circumstances
I can never change up
Walk by faith and not by sight
But I can't let
that was me i’m
The most chill cool parent there
Is who has time to argue? About what?
It’s about our little guy you
Haven’t had to deal with what I’ve
a thottie (Huh?)
Stomach on a gate
Made a quick stop to Haji's (Yo)
Walk in any club in New York with no ID
Shorty think 'cause her ass fat
She could line me
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
this miserable condition
That exist on this earth
There's got to be a change
People in power have miss-used, and
Now there has to be a change
looking
For me
And all this time I would've tried to fix it all in one day, I know
It'll take more time, maybe my whole life. Why
Did the good ones go away
Let's listen to this dramatic show
Which was popular in the early days of radio
Ha ha, ha ha, uh, yeah yeah
Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh
it is, yeah
So when God made you and me
He put us in a place called time
Giving us a chance to do it over
If we could not get it right
He knows how we
The record is playing the crowd is moving
Pump up the bass in the place
Party people, no time to waste
No matter how fast you walk I am faster
Don't let me get
to make decisions
The changes have to be made
I realize I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make
Waiting for the time to pass you by
Hope the winds of change will change your mind
I could give a thousand reasons why
And I know you, and you've got
Best lyricist in Texas please believe it. (Ha)
Uhh the road to riches got traffic I took a back street
Got goat talent but really more of a black
to the store and get cigars, yeah
Too many whips, gotta get a new garage made
I might steal one just to drive it in a car chase
Me and my bizarre ways (no
life
To take my leave
My time has come
The world will live on without me that's the main thing My strength is dwindling and I'm cold
It's time for me
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
not with you
I'm stuck in a daze
Can't you please just tell by my gaze
Waiting for change and I'm praying
For rain, screaming for someone to save
Mom
back, huh!
Help me un, help me understand
Take me, do you remember the time darlin'
When everything made more sense in the world (yeah)
Oh I remember,
a minstrel at one time w
As allowed to sing and make his rhymes
To comment on the news of the times
And say directly what's in people's minds
And he made tips
at the time (10)
Baggy Tees, spinning rims
That shit was in at the time (yea)
Idolizing all the legends
That invented the rhyme (I did)
But things have change
my mind
I have set you a place
I wonder if I'll just will be
In time we'll see
She told me
She told me
She showed me
But she hurt me
Yet she
In collectin' cream
A made nigga, Picture me dyin' in the blaze
Or gunfire will not retire 'til I'm paid
Turn the bass up high
When we ride, we fly by
change?
(This has made me who I am
Maybe I wouldn't even be this way)
Would you do it differently or just the same?
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