Lyrics:
me
I'm tryna catch a nigga lacking
Show em no mercy
Crash the first nigga acting
Cause he in the front seat
( BOOM )
Man I been on fire since you died
it for sure
Wanted three end up throwing him four
On the stove he just watching it boil
Know its fire you can tell by the oil
Bitch you know I'm big
and pissin' in a cup
If there's a God I don't know if he listenin' or what?
Monday they predict the storm
Tuesday they predict the bang
Wednesday they cover
Y'all young and dumb and lucky my mother is still alive
It's 3 o clock now by 3:10 she better be home
If she walk in 3:11 y'all getting lead in ya dome"
The heart of a warrior forged in strife
The price of your honor may cost your life
Masked by resolve are your fears and pain
This is the way
Listen,
Thought's haywire brain so strange I'm a
Go crazy tryna stay in my sane liar
Face stained by the rage in the frame my uh
House contains in rooms oh
Still he is hoping that a day will come by where he's loving the moment
He wants the best life and it's why he's devoted
And nobody knows it
But he's
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
in the deeper woods.
Hansel heard
what his stepmother said again.
This time,
he put bread crumbs in his pocket.
The next day,
the stepmother
was there to teach me how to flip a pot, couldn't write a song
I just did it for my city, put my family on
And I know you still rocking with me, even
crib like propane with no flame
Sparking rockets aim in really bout to blow hi
24 hi on the fire when i blow by
From the westside but i never had a low
into the man, mandem still actin' like childs
I can go for a while
Hope you digging my style
You won't find this in aisle
I spit that fire, not mild
Yes,
tempt me
In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it
Wrecked my car
the cake
Shit was far from perfect, but he still was right there every day
I used to think the workin' man was suckers back in the day
But they the ones
eventually
I take it if they don't give it to me
Swear all of it was written for me (yep, yep)
By a higher card just spiritually (up, up)
Up in the wages,
Are you my guru?
He goes, Yes. Now what? It was so awesome. Just popped the balloon in the most brilliant way.
Showing me like okay you're still in
Big God
Never seen Him in that tomb
And I know He thought of me
Cause I was knitted in the womb
Son of God who I'm followin' after
Not an idol
Can't
I first meet this man by the Capen street Tracks
In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast
He may have been someone once by the sound
He'll figure it out
These opps don't ignite me
The drama don't excite me
I been walking through the fire and the flames ain't even bite me
I'm in my
the centuries through storm and strife in peace and in war we've come so far. But we still have far to go.
We'll press forward with speed and urgency for we have
faith David became the king of the land
He took down Goliath with a sling in his hand
By faith Jesus rose again and popped out the tomb
By faith three
spending your time with your family and friends
He told him son, you're family too
I see myself when I look at you
In a place and time you don't forget
Sweeney!
City on fire!
Rats in the grass
And the lunatics yelling in the streets!
It's the end of the world! Yes!
City on fire!
Hunchbacks dancing!
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