Lyrics:
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
Seek Your face
Say all power all power is in Your hands
And with You nothing is impossible to do
Somebody say it one more time say we know
We know You
have blood on my hands
None of you really understand what that means, God damn
Never in a gang have I ran
Severed from pain now, is it strange that it
motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your bitch
If it come down to it
Got her hands
precious little dream
Of my little boy
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?
Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me
I know I'm a good mama!
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
beside a horrible mess
I saw a box with the letters on it S.O.S
So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest
Took the Tec from out his hand, now
Ay UNLV
Ay ya ya
Waddup Glokk Juvie ha
Its Bombshell
I don't need no help
Play the hand that I was delt
If Ya mouth runnin derby
Bitch I cut all
that's on everything
If we got it going on it would be a shrink
I ain't taking anything from another team
You make work in the dirt but my hands clean
terror
Till man I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive sumpthin red
Like that horse standing on it's hind legs
Since arnold and willis in they bunk
walking out on him.
In the Big House, Isabelle is a-telling all to the chaplain, who's become her friend.
She says:
I don't know why you care.
I don't know
wanna build
Put a hand in the air right now
Look
Man I swear it ain't a problem
I be giving out the knowledge
Like how you gonna be a top sellin' artist
nigga survived by chance
Thank god im alive when I'm praying
Swear to god I'll ride for my fam
Hope the forty five don't jam
Tatted money sign on my hand
to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
horrible diction
And terrible diction
Will rot in the garbage
I can smell it right now
When this shows eviction
Takes place shortly after
My alternate skill
his Willis right
And now I feel like James the way I got this special Bond with Christ
I just need a double portion of that spirit baby
In these last
could get him
A jury of his peers said all was forgiven
But touch one of mine, right or wrong, I'ma kill them
Fill them with the lead like they put in
a fiend for
Being the reason they applaud
It was the hustle for the fame
Self lack overshadowed gain
In the eyes of God I'm more than a
Star and He knows
talking about Willis?"
Fresh as new room service pillows
With the mints in it
Yeah! I guess the dollars make cents in it
Pun intended, mouth nasty, need
cause I'm one of the few
Put up or Pull up I'm real
Pourin it forwards is all I can feel
Plus the time has changed since I got this stage, and I'm chained
Brothers?
Yeah
Sisters?
Yeah
Says here in Genesis, one chapter one
In the beginning God made the earth
And also says here in Genesis, six
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