Lyrics:
to complain), I never complain
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's nothing to comb
by line, chapter after chapter
Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta
those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose
Blow em out like
And dyin' all day
Bitch come pull up where that gang at
No sense in tryin'
We ready for the rock out at
Any time in the day (Yea, yea, yea)
the earth is green
And that there's lots of fresh clean air sandwiched in between
I love watching as the snow makes brushes out of trees
And swinging from
Backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning
Won't exist.
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
Trapped by my point of view
Locked in a waiting room where we are smothered desire
Lost in a notebook who's heartstrings sing out to you
Coming to terms
keepin' it G when you deal with a dealer
Or I call out if they can't supply in the city
We bought us a body shop, we in the buildin'
My satellite phone
name in lights, you tryna short it out the ground
You're the one that's got it twisted, 'cause I'm right by your side
I had a bad day you, jumpin'
Down by the Jordan, it's early in the morning the sun is in the sky
All the people pass by there's magic in the air,
Some stop to stare at a man
knew right there just breathing his air
What I wanted to be
Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who had raised a son so
things, to love, love
[Out]
It's funny how life can go
Don't get high off your own supply
This is my message to the world
Not trying to say if it's
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
Fireflies are out tonight
Air is heavy and the moon is bright
I love this time of year
I talked to you this afternoon
You said you didn't have
fingers
Throw stones
Judge me
Hate me
Love me
Hug me
Curse me
Whatever
'Cause y'all fuckin' opinions don't feed me
I'm clever
And nothin' know
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
this shit won't stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
Cherry Bomb, Cherry Bomb
She was getting high on her own supply
My little Cherry Bomb, Cherry Bomb
Now Cherry, she was completely out of control
As she
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
a fiction, there is only now!
Check it!
It was the kind of love Most people only find it once
Divinely touched by angels; There was no time for lust
there is only now
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It was the kind of love most people only find it once
Divinely touched by angels, there was no time for lust
Plus
five rounds (shots)
My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds
When shit's thick we plot hits, when our Glock spits
All hail, out on bail, wrath
A mother fucking street rockstar, getting love
Titties need my signature
Summer time, come to my crib
Girl I got air conditioner
If she is or isn't
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