Lyrics:
stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whining, meaning when the others
Stand by em, while they take the fall
The Beast' now lives in the Capitol
Record
COUPLET 1
The film rewinds our past
The days go by so fast
We make mistakes in our lives
Consume so many lies
COUPLET 2
I’m fed up, you don’t
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
Three of us were charged with the deaths of the FBI agents
My co-defendants were found not guilty by reasons of self-defense
My case was separated and I
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
Ministry live at the Ritz
It was Christ has risen to Chris
Three loaves, two fish
Miracle of mechanized loops on two-inch
Coming to a theater he would be
I've watched Casablanca twenty-three times
I know who's doing what to who, everyday on the days of our lives
I cut the grass three times this week,
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
a triple choke
And it won't hurt my throat, nope!
Chinky eyed, just ridin' n vibin'
On that real fire
Be high for two-three hours
And I'm cool wit' A-I,
This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
Like should I start trapping? If what I write down
(Kinda fake tho)
(It feels kinda fake tho)
A year passed by since Twenty-three
Didn't write a song while I claim this shit
Is keeping me going yeah making
want it
Sometimes I wonder, "Do I deserve to live
Or am I gonna burn in Hell for all the things I did?"
No time to dwell on that 'cause my brain
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
am, i'm bad for you
I'm a bad bad man, oh yes i am, so whatcha gonna do?
I say what i mean, i mean what i say, ooh yeah
You should know me by now, i
Twenty-three all alone cause the father left her
With child, and the pain, of a Scarlett letter
Now disowned, without a job, nor a place to go
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
of midlife crises 'fore I turned twenty-five
The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide
'Cause when the teachers call you special, that's
you in disguise
All rise I am getting by no lies I am getting high
I am not worried about the next you can bet
I will get mine my old lady got
you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rollie, rose gold cost 40
Platinum twenty-one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming
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