Lyrics:
years, she tried to settle down with her man
Tried to stop fuckin' all them other niggas and can't
Though she want to, the curse got her doin' this
Mike Will Made-It
EarDrummers
I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust these bitches
Haters praying for my downfall, at least they're religious
hounding me) in the house of the Lord?
Conscience, guilty
Ain't in no mood for no parking lot prophecies
That's why act an addiction, you can't find me
change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they can't even spin back
and you can't get raise in pay
Civilly bodies being taken away
I wonder what the voice of the people have to say
Stand up and defend your rights today
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
Six million ways to die, choose one (Hehe)
Eheheheheh (Hahaha)
All de man try for dough, try fi test me
(Scum Gang!)
Had to rob me of the bands
there raising hell,
Just to see ya young nigga, raise the bail
Stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,
All the police want to rag and tell,
L-double-E, B-O-Y
Lee Boy, Lee Boy, he's our guy
The world's best piper, you can't deny
L-double-E, B-O-Y
He won't do kilts, yeah, he wears
Jam, where we don't make stars
We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that's what's up, Big Sox
[Method Man]
I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine)
Fuck
This is a call out to the closed up
This is an anthem for the choked up.
A girl walks by with her nose up
You can get her with a little bit
Crush by the lite- (Victoriouz)
New shit, man
Tearin' the streets up
It's your boy Lil Durk tunin' in with DJ Victoriouz, man (my nigga Lil Durk)
bloodshed
Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds
Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith
Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss
High school and college
at the top (at the top)
Gotta raise these kids and teach 'em, never don't ya stop (don't stop)
You ain't no man to me if you let your family starve (woah,
Please raise your child today
The way that you were born to play
Way that we all disappeared
Allowing us to shed our fears
Paint your every
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
Please raise your child today
The way that you were born to play
Way that we all disappeared
Allowing us to shed our fears
Paint your every
getting caught up
Cause I can't let the night die young
So I guess I'll raise my cup
Cause I won't let the night die young
I got the juice, Tropicana
I
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
She said it's yours unless I call her
Finesse her, for sure, she nasty, for sure, for sure
My young niggas
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?
What, what? What, what what what what?
Yo V, yo yo what what what what what what what you hear?
I can't hear you man, scratch it up one mo' time!
Yo
So many times
I thought I had a good thing going
Was sidelined
By the next man coming
I see the pattern forming
I can't help but to ignore it
All
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