Lyrics:
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
Remember playing hide and seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by
an endless diamond sky
A whole new world (don't you dare close your eyes)
A hundred thousand things to see (hold your breath, it gets better)
I'm like
Ways to get up
Ways to get up
Only one way down
I was raised to get up
Raised to get up
Raised to get up
Only one way down
I’m not phased
By the buck
say I'm doing better but god knows I could never forget you
And I can't help but hurt myself, picking at old wounds again, ooh
You're in my head while
when it come to the hoes
She can do the same thing to the clique you know
Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me
Got your wife callin' me daddy
Put her
And the only one I ever see
Is my uncle and my granny
Believe that I won’t ever mention you
When I get a Grammy
And that man I barely know
Better recognize that
They tell me you can only dream when you fell asleep
But now I'm working to achieve and sleep's the only thing that I never see
And I vowed that my
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says don't knock
The door is broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
Just like when people will borrow your sorrow
The only way to live is like there's no tomorrow
Never know what'll get you
I never worry about things
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
so take my hand this is my plan its destiny.
Boy I love to get to know you better something about you, I can't explain its just the way you are I
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
Pull up in that thing with Stunna, painted period red
Go tell your boss we can get 'em cheaper than where he paid
Let's go
I can't trust my iPhone
If he let a nigga come through
I'm give it to you better than you ever had it
Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do
Makin' you forgot
A man with forty acres plowed and planted
Can't send no fourteen year old boy to no school
The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
By the time you get this letter
I might be doin' better
It's kinda hard tryin' to survive
In all this crazy weather
Everybody wants my number
gets manhandled
Dancin' in the street
But I didn't panhandle
When I finally drop, make a pamphlet
Sell tickets, put that shit on FanDuel
Only
you so much
I can't love no one else
Then you take my heart and break my heart
And leave me all alone by myself
Go right now go right now
Go right now
Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em
If you can't stand pain better hold 'em
'Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll
You might go catch AIDS from a slight
for
Remember this sentence, remember repentance
Only God can judge me, GDs and Vice Lords
Over in Danville, Stateville, Taylorville, Menard
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