Lyrics:
See this life done broke and made me whole
Man that's all I know
Them nights I was all alone
Perfecting my flow
Them man are brass back
I'm on some
buss that stick, not one of dem times
Nah you ain’t even one of dem guys, tryna make it for Mum like a hundred times
Tun’ up ya bludclart speaker, man
like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm
Bigger man zoots are what the mandem toke
Private call when them enter that's joke
From bits where most of the man have been poke
More time when
for a gallon
And that man pulled and we what we....
[Interlude: Big Moe]
I'm comin through in my hoo-doo
You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw
for a gallon
And that man pulled and we what we....
[Interlude: Big Moe]
I'm comin through in my hoo-doo
You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw
on that healin'
For the sake of my children
I'm out here in these streets dealin'
Coke
Then I'm stopped by the feelins
Before I'm sent to the jailhouse
For
for the projects
And when that dude came in, i did my thing
DeSean Jackson came with his boy fake chain
I'm a beast boy i'm a G boy
Look man we going
I come apart baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble sure, moving down the line
I come apart baby, but that's OK 'cause
Trouble man, don't get
a man, yes, I do (I need a man, I need a man)
To keep me home (keepin' me home)
Oh, a gentle place, a strong embrace
A pillow and a blanket by
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
It is by sacred law of the tall people that he must abide and reach the tall shelf for us who are smaller
Hey tall motherfucker
Yeah that's you
I see
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
stank
Grind out of town, got a stash by the gas tank
Big Cat, fronted a hundred, I bought a hundred
Now I got a lot of money, known for doin a lot
moving, man
That's fine by me
Hating on what I'm doing, man
But that's fine by me, for real
Praying one day I lose it, man
But that's fine by me
It's fine
that can step to me I'm more than a conqueror
Man's not mad about bars
Man's mad about God
Man's just mad about saving dem souls and stepping
That wear name brands,
That don't like black folks,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
The fact that,
Man'll kill an opp,
For the sake of the block,
But run from
everything in my way
I'm talking bout beats, talking bout your man and shit,
Put a pellet in his face
I can't comprehend the haters that think that they can
Manziel
Five years later how am I the man still
Draft day, A. Wiggins
Fuck that other side bitch we stay winnin'
Aww man, you know I had to do it for
the man for you
Baby
No delay my cherie
I don't play my lady
I wanna show you things you never seen
My baby
I'm delighted to see
That you are feeling me
I
emcee, yeah, by far
It's destiny that you selected me
I just need one time for you to rep for me
To tell the press that you respected me
How I say your
making a beat
Girls in the house getting naked for me
What I'm tryna say is basically
Never get a joke man mistaken for me
Corn on the curb if a man
understand
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Daddy worked for God but asked no pay
For he believed that God provides a way
We never had a lot
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