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conversation, a daddy love child relation, a mama that understand her baby
Frustration, in this nation, where the church has become quite lucrative, cause each
feeling kind of loose
Might have done it where's the proof
Right and she called my name
Then we went into her room
Twenty minutes we were through
I just
really no amount of
Money that could make
You more influential than you are now so my
Question is: What are you going
To do with all
Of the influence that
was only until I found true love yuh
And it wasn't in what money can buy
It wasn't in a sex buddy or honey that's fly
When I was at my lowest point
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty
you, I'm not that kind to say that
I spent my lights in the streets with beef crooks
shook cats get lifted off thier feet with heat
nobody loves, you can
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
and drinks and they both be getting mixed
So if I lose who I love ima take it on the chin
And if she's
My type I won't let her slide by, and there's
Two girls
line
I have nothing at all and nothing left to give
Doubt has filled my heart and I have no place to live
Still, I will share, love, and will be kind
closely Closer than the nearest heartbeat
Longer that expected-ther were great-
Oh love oh love just to see them
Acting on the silver screen, oh my
though we no more
Mr. Star, much love to Navi, Butcher, D-Lo, (Miss Cole)
Butcher source of Quran right now, it's all good, much love to ya!
All my
the Jesus kind of love
I’ve been learning to be humble and denyin’ my pride
Finding rest in the father, let him be my guide
By his grace and his mercy; he
nkota
(My money is now much like local soup)
Odogwu na eri ego ga Dandata
(Now I spend money like Dandata)
Okowara gi ije anyi gara
(If I tell you
harder
Sentenced a little harsher 'cause my skin a little darker, look (talk to 'em)
We deal with all kinds of injustice
My uncle died in police custody
Thought money was nice now I'm losing my life
and I'll never be gettin it back again
He thinkin like why is this happening
But Jesus is there reaching out
and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
'Cause he loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be
dead presidents
Is the reason I got the band back together, bitch
Yeah, it's me and [???], and his [???]
North side, bomb squad, Eric Vietnam
If you
Yea
Ya'll say ya'll want to know my motivation man
Its not money man its these kids out here in these streets
Okay let me tell my side I ain't got
and the new,
Somebody on my arm when I walk inside the room.
All I wanted was doom.
The same kind Alexander the Great felt when the earth ran out of room.
Love and owo [money] sweet, I reach my destiny
This kind feeling, e pass Hennessy
From small shop to big office, progress I dey see
Work no easy, but
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in
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