Lyrics:
talkin 'bout, friends
Ones we can depend on
I'm talking 'bout a friends til the end
If I lose or I win if my you still my friend
Down for whatever tougher
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
less
If it ain't 'bout my happiness, than I could give a fuck less
I remember window shopping
Now I'm shopping for windows for my baby new room
Bobby
ain't go that far
Said 'I didn't do it,' hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain't never say 'Lord as my witness.'"
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Went
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
the whole world how the lord did it
Go and put me in line with all the worst sinners, only difference is I'm tall and a lil' thinner
But if you ask who's
Everything I read
& see on tv
I was way down for the revolution
Until I found out
It was contingent upon some
Corporate sponsorship
And if Jesus was
laughin'
That's a metaphor for any
Rapper who wants it
I smack 'em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
And the hoes is cumming
from
Cupid himself, and I'm shootin' himself
And the paramedics wont come even if you scream for help
Dont let love die, you regroovin' yourself
I'm
the very fibers of my being
As I slowly turned, a glorious radiance consumed my eyes
His silhouette was backdropped by the immense sea of glass
And for
do it (uh)
My bank account wasn't movin', I was just feelin' useless (yeah)
Risin' to the the top, well let me prove it (that's right)
My stepmother
I was born in the West-End
In the summer of '48
Above a small Cafe
Some people liked to come there and call it night
But for me it was all day
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
guessin'
I was gangsta sexin'
Elementary wasn't meant for me
Can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary
And cuttin' classing
I'm buckin blastin,
you aint cool
Cause there's no dollars for nothing else
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf
Now everyday I see my momma struggling
So now its
telling you why
The Lord is a coming from his throne on high
Going down the valley going one by one
We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done
I'm ready if you're ready
Right now
Get up and live
Right now
Let's go
Lord have mercy
I told you it ain't over for you
I see you
I believe that cosmic religious
Sense is one of
The strongest and noblest motives
Behind scientific research - Albert Einstein
I hold it for certain
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
cry, be lyin' to your face (facts)
Slicker than us, gotta know how they play
If the money wasn't straight, she wouldn't be here today
Ain't it man,
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