Lyrics:
I been on my own man I do it by my lonely
Do it by myself no help from my homies
Pray everyday that someone would help me
God never answers he don't
Pull up with the weed, everybody gon' shout Ain't nobody gon' tell you how much time on the clock
You gon' die by the crooks, I'ma die by mine I'ma
back down or retreat
Preventing mine, just doing petty crimes, I'm not petty or nice
Standin' in line, calmly waitin' on my time to shine
'Cause when
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
an alternative motive
And building with my hands
But it's not for me and it's not my style
I'll give it all up for a chance by trail
I want to bring about
I pace back and forth in my mind
I know I'm not ready for what I'll find
But I keep searching for an answer
And I don't know why
Searching for answer
could not understand
It filled her with fear
It was not anger, nor surprise, nor anything she had been ready for
He simply looked at her with that strange
live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by Ya who up by the corner
Told Ya, that's where I want to so long a nigga a boner
Ya think
to kill
I'm not ready to die
But if I have to I will
'Cuz you're a show stopper
So make it happen
Lights camera action!
He's dressed to impress
[He's
replace
In fact all the rhythm is packed on tightly
Days of thunder? Not likely
Fact or fiction, while I got you schemin'
You ain't ready, boy, I caught
you're not amusing or
Amused as you're abused
By the mic I hold in your other right
My left appendage
You're being abused by this mic that
I hold in my
on my power
Those ungrateful who've been swayed by intellectuals in their ivory towers
They will pay for crimes that God and I will not allow
Some
to a tuck
What now your funeral parlor is packed
Everybody vestin on back
All your peoples ready to react
But they not ready for war
Another rest
mind
Whoa-oh-oh
The stage is set and the curtains pulled
Ready or not, it's time on with the show
And now the crowds have grown impatient
But
only in your mind
The stage is set
And the curtains pulled
Ready or not, it's time, on with the show
And now the crowds have grown impatient
glah
41, I'm promotin' the violence
Spinnin' through ready
I got niggas hidin'
And ya' niggas not really on timin'
Call up my Muddy, he stay on my
quite plumb
A back last summer down by the sea
I seen a pretty girl in
I snapped my fingers, said son of a gun
She's almost nearly but not quite plumb
me put your hands up (hood)
My hood niggas can you stand up (I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't
Yeah
Please let me be me
And if not, then let me be
Cuz I feel like the kid
Trying to find a way to live
In world where nothing’s free
I’ve been
to myself not fuckin' with nobody
Know I give it to you real just like I'm Riley
Gon' put it on by myself don't need a stylist
Not fuckin' with you tell you
planting your faith
Only in christ it will stay
Know a tree by the fruit, it gave
Fig trees will wither away
Only the strong in christ will stay
Trust in
a spot, it's not a fit, so its back to work
Take note of the last alert
Beware when the past occur
Got the mental of a traveler
This the hook up by the way,
over
Nononono
I gotta keep my head up I'm tired of this ocean pulling me down
I gotta stop living in the past and start living for right now
Its not her
You can tell it's real
By how you feel
And if you're ready there's no questioning it's appeal
When love is real
It's never been so easy
I can't
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