Lyrics:
real with me, keep it real with me
Now what the fuck they gon' say to me
Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, clap, yi mean
Don't play with me, clap,
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
soul away
If I can't go to Heaven, bury me in a neon grave
Where the band don't stop and the girls all dance
Where the longnecks don't get hot in
Baby don't stop I can't get enough I'm bout it
Uh, she got me dripping sweat on her booty
Uh, and now she got me more in to it
She keep looking back
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
wanna know what you been thinking)
My thoughts have been unpleasant
Since March 7th
Since adolescence
The same complexes
Can’t stop hurt
It’s like
come in grim
Another two eleven
Then the summer's back again
And it don't stop
And it don't stop
It keeps goin' on
And it don't stop
And it don't stop
It
yeah yeah they are screaming,
Wish I had a little ride on my own,
But since I don't there is my sobb story
My missions will continue as I keep
button stuck on the fence
Diego red and bedlam money are fine
Why don't you come up here and see me sometime
Stop and get me on the ride up
Stop
enough
Trying to breath
Keep on to get succeed
Don't stop
You´ll be the fruit of my tree
My sweet seven years
And I am still right here
Because it won´t
you hater criticize
So captivated by your phony lies
You shoot your best shot at my demise
Shocked at the way that I bounce back up and rise
24/7
don't stop
I said time goes by
It goes on
And it don't stop
Sometimes I feel, feel like my time has passed
Like I'm an hourglass, and the sand is moving
a string, by a string
We should be moving on
By a string, by a string
You keep me hanging on
By a string, by a string
You’re not my boyfriend
You
killing you
So dangerous (haha, yeah)
So good it feels criminal, uh
This shit it's gotta be criminal, uh
The way I keep killing you
Plain as heaven
stop the urges
Lock them out.
She's here, the heat is rising
He move slowly she's a china doll
By degrees, he'll loosen her composure
She knows
on grinding
When you kinda broke
That helps you to keep composure
Up around your folk
That keeps from trying to wrap a rope
Around your throat
Don't choke you
around to catch a wave
I never can be replaced
Duplicate it’s never same
Bitches call from 7th grade
It’s hard too shake this game
I’m still deep in they
the fade
Baby face killa like I’m signed to Laface
(Uh huh)
Baggies in my draws working 7th and 8th
Duck and dodging police tryna feed all the fiends
(Uh
Seven for my niggas I keep praying
Hope they go to heaven fuck the Apple that they ate off
This crooked world has been hard to my people
Fight our hardest
gonna wait for this world to stop
Just gotta keep on moving
Cause I'm not gonna wait for this world to stop
Just gotta keep moving on, a-moving on baby
heaven)
Up there somewhere far away
And they'll be waiting for you
To join them one day
I know you keep them in your heart
That special part didn't care
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