Lyrics:
We have to walk, I know it hurts
But we can take our time cause it gets worse
'Cause this world's mean, but count on me
And I'll be every little
tell it by my posture
Money cars clothes gold hoes
Is it all that matters
I suppose
Well that ain’t really it for me
This is my love symphony
Yeah yeah
Blinded by the riches blinded by the gold blinded by Gucci blinded by the flow
Scoring by the drugs blinded by the o's blinded by the pussy blinded
a king?"
Nah I'm an emperor
"What do you bring?"
Who me?
A new level
Wanna see what I mean by a new level?
Come in to my show
See me be clever
You wont need
niggas always wanna play the pain game
If I do shawty dirty, I expect she play the same game
You gon hurt you tryna hurt me, that's a damn shame
Know I get
stop your open fire
Flames gassed up by your fears desires
But now I'm hurt and you feel inspired
Any other time you let me drown I'm tired
So can you
You have a heart of gold
You have a heart of gold
A precious jewel to which I was sold
But I just can't justify your love
It hurts to see you walk
into a murder scene
I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
Should not since my early teens
But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
You can bring all
in me whole time
Didn't know I had it in me whole time
Cosign, I don't want it if your soul signed
I don't need it though I got motion
Yeah she gold
ahead and tell them other bitches that crossed me
That they can suck a dick, know my name on they conscience
You did a lot of shit just to hurt me, it's
on Figueroa, ain't no telling where that pussy go
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (Will you sell that pussy for me?)
Will you
Don't let bitterness sour my sweetness
I'm hurt, but I know exactly how to treat this
I don't let grudges stand in my way
Bent, but I still manage
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
Breathe
Just Breathe
Write my real name upon my arm
It teaches me how to talk
Breathe
Transfixed by these ruby lines
Woven in my skin of gold
I’m breathing
I've seen many shine, but none like you
Hand cover eyes girl you're too bright to be
Walking around like you do
How you keep talking it down tell me
Step by step on time
Tell me what you need
Above my means
I still need to make it right
I do never turn my mind
I do never trade my love
That's why my
All of my shit collective
Imma go cop a gold necklace
Yo bitch just gave me a neck kiss
Imma just eat her for breakfast
I bet she bout my net worth
I
beside of me
Damn, no pain, no gain, so I'mma hurt you
Breaking knees and elbows like I used to break my curfew
My mama used to tell me if a nigga ever hit
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
gettin' smoked, you put a hand on me
Shots run it down even if he had a broken foot
All through COVID, we still sold it by the boatload to push
Pandemic
darling,
Lovely Almi.
To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more
10 times now I see how time work
Girl you can't have my heart uh uh cause mine hurt (hurt hurt hurt)
Can't give nobody my all
Just me myself and I
Till
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