Lyrics:
knocking at the door, I try not to let him in
I’m not in a competition tryna be a better man
Camo shoes, Camo gun but I’m not a veteran
R.I.P 4Nick he
Vlad aired your dirty laundry out
We know that you a
Backstabbing fag that would
Let his man starve on the couch
And when you was with double R
We never
people
A wrinkled old man wearing medals
That he earned on ? Beach
Saying goodbye to a grandson
Who was killed outside Tikrit
They gather 'round ole
don't do this for clout
My lil bro was shot in DC, Alex please rest in peace
I wish that we could trade places, cause man it should've been me, I'm sorry
found out that no one I blame can rearrange my circumstances I haven't been the same. I ran for so long when I was strong, but I can't any longer. Son I'm
Showed up to my house, and you smoking on the pack
Fuck yo dead homies man you know that they ain't coming back
Because I don't give a fuck about you
like to evaluate their prizes) alright now
(We come with so many different tricks)
(The apricot scarf was worn by Nick)
(Nothing in the words refer
like to evaluate their prizes) alright now
(We come with so many different tricks)
(The apricot scarf was worn by Nick)
(Nothing in the words refer
Yeah, one of None shit
Alright
Book
Aye, yeah, I been turned
Who ain't havin nigga get the fuck on
I remember Target was on dick, so we had to get it
, most these n****s fans
Had to cut a lot of n****s off and that wasn't Part of the plan
I'm always with the guys who move around Like we was in a band
My
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
about typing or doing no diss (no, I don't)
Don't be fooled by the shit they do in their vid's
Harvey Nicks, I'm doing a quid
Probably wear that shit
three hours before it was day,
And before twas day, my love had to leave me,
Not by light of the moon nor light of the sun.
"So Willy dear, oh dearest
goes out to my money earnin Mount Vernon crew
J. Daddy, James Huff, Pete Rock, Nick Love
Trak Boogie, and my man Chris Hughley
(You've got a)
of seven knew I'd be the man
I'm just rappin bout my life but they don't understand
I was taught to get it on my own don't need no helping hand
(Yea)
I'm
D lowe he be cuz
Know that I told you it was what it was
I'm a sharpshooter when it comes to these guns
In the studio just rapping for fun
Beat from
why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Slick Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man
shit, dawg
I don't really give a shit what you be on Man, shit, you a pee on
Butterfly shit, you'll never really be on This, but I'm buzzin' like that
I
by a thread
I got Ephesians 3:20 it's written in my head
October 23'
Was on the devils neck
Used to get high now I got 1 Peter 5:8 instead
Now that I
whatever you did
Who really did it the smartest
No Brodie Macck not a rapper
I'm Brodie Picasso, the artist
He cappin' for nicks call him Colin
Throw that
There is an old wives tale, about a man
As nimble as he is quick
He can travel the world like a flash in the dark
And he goes by the name St. Nick
lamb that was born
Can you hear Mary’s cries
Mother’s heart that was torn
She conceived Jesus by the Holy Spirit
Blessed among women
Cause the Child
boy looking like he just got jacked
Man (is that you) look at that
Chorus
Who's that boy, who's that boy, who's that boy, who's that boy?
I need you, I
down for you
whatever you're goin through whenever you need me babe you know that i'll be there
[Verse 2 (Nick Cannon)]
yo every man needs a rider
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