Lyrics:
wifey, baby, you so fine
Proud to say to the world, yeah, you mine
You stood by me through all the hard times
You pushed the line, you pushed the line
don't talk to me like a child
Treat me like king of the town
I don't need crown
Just you by my side
Me and yo vibe
And We gone be alright
This feeling I'm
Ghana, what you think?
Ashanti in my blood so you know I murder ink
Play by Ja’s rules 'cause the devil here creeping
Rooted in the water so we fruitful
speak
They just want it to end
These homicides every week
Is becoming a trend
Gang ties run deep
They just want u to spin
Niggaz grew up side by
out? Famous and trendy.
In people always have to smile in Vogue
They only travel by Concorde
Doing things you can't afford.
They are the fashion
right here for you
Only for you, depending on what you gonna do
It's all for you
It's all for you
Who am I
So high (so high)
I said they wonder
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
didn't only hope
You ever did flourish
As if I didn't always know
To show up give you more this
Hot tracks
You couldn't melt the handprints
I've got
this, toke that
No joke 'cause I wrote it
The only thing I hit is the stage, and I smoke it
"Yo that
That shit sounded good on the record, what you
carefree
But what you see ain't always the whole story
We suffer pain but hope to find glory
That which we lack, that which we lack
The only way is forward
around
Told myself that after y'all moved that I'd be a fuckin' fool
To be livin' by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch
started slangin' that they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you play me
a yeah party
I'm always on time with this shit, you could ask Ashanti
I could talk that three six talk while that syrup got me
And I know, that I'm God
like an illuminated manuscript. You know? Made by monks. They hand do them in record form. And you'd have to have it hand-done, each time.
Like,
game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggas
Or on the road, in the zone
Getting cake for shows woah
I'm the Prince, most you cats' peons
Play a role on track, actors like Leon
I'm steering the game
You get
like an illuminated manuscript. You know? Made by monks. They hand do them in record form. And you’d have to have it hand-done, each time.
Like,
and ages
It's me the outrageous
My zeal contageous
The smile inspirator
Aspen to Grenada
One of the only mc's to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger
inside cause my circuits don't feel
I've got one direction
No time for sweet affection
I can love you, but only for tonight
One track mind
You know I've
back, I won't hold you up
I can't fit all my pain in this styro' cup
Always talk to myself 'cause it's only us
Always deep in my mind, don't know who
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
Where streets start getting wild
Well you're moving on down on the other side of the tracks
Would you cross that line baby, there ain't no turning
in this foam you know styro the cup
only time we take measures when we sizing it up
Yeah Head fire but the body spectacular
Thats me going down I'm eat
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