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with them other men, poppa never came
So his cousin dem would pretend
Imitating if they was him
Got the pistol on him, loaded
Loaded off of gin
Feels
the low back
Don't Joe tag on his torch, let's go
Me and my guys, not the other niggas
Like the toilet, we quick to go flush a nigga
He ain't
promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just
always die
So take my hand and walk by my side
Such a beautiful cliche I'll be alright
And if I ever forget would you remind
I'll be alright
Tell when
(dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you (dumb it down)
We ain't graduate from school, nigga (dumb it down)
Them big words ain't cool,
you Chris Dior, but it my take month
Cause I ain't the biggest baller
I ain't the richest, carter
My love a drug so yo eyes low Tricia Takanawa
Wake up
rescue and You always save the day
So many times that You've been faithful
It's by Your power, I know You make a way, oh, yeah, oh
Make a way, know He
talk too much but I got beef
When I kill MC's, I cause grief
Devastating mic control is my main goal
My name is Darryl, and his name is (Joe
ready why you stumblin' to the flo' huh
If you ready why you stutterin' I ain't Joe
I'ma show em' why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa
straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly
It's Jolly Green Giants 'cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's
to
Worlds going faster
So my ride or die chose the latter
I'm looking for a rush out of habit
Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict
Ain't
colder, in ice storm
On God I ain't dying poorer like my mom
Ain't no shoulder to cry on
And guess what? Ain't no
Chauffeur to drive off
So if you ain't
last night pre-flight
Zero hour 9 am, oh yeah
I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in
niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch
I hear the playa hating but I don't
the streets (who's that?)
He just mad that I ain't like his beats
The insecurity so loud
When you win, they wanna stop you, I'm guessin' that's how it go now
Our cousin just got killed in broad daylight
Shot by one of his own so-called friends
And we just lost Grandma six months ago
It seems like
Seeing your cousin smoke crack
Such a game changer fame takes us to places that we ain't never been
Pain break us or make us turn into to better men
more, and
And some more (and some more)
And some more (and some more)
Gettin' money by the boatload, truth be told, nigga
I love my cousin so much
what
Hit the playback rewind I ain't saying much
Tryna comprehend so I break it up
Dissect piece by piece this time honestly I've just had enough
More
You came along at such a troubled time
When dreams had fallen from the sky
Sang like an angel and you played sublime
Joe Young gave us both a try
streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
Find another one to occupy
I never hope for the best
I wish a nigga would
Turn around and walk away
I
you?
See, you should never take advice from a person
When they ain't gon' be affected by the outcome
And when you're looking at the life of a person
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me
Mother has so much to see
So much to do
She's had such a painful life
Many nights I argue with you in my prayers but I know you're the boss
You kept
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