Lyrics:
can't
I'mma keep on marching until my feet get weary
I'mma say it in your face so you can hear me clearly
"Black Lives Matter" do you copy?
Ain't no
I don't really want to fall in love again
The laying of cold flowers offered by fate, your friend
(See) when your darling greets you with the tears
from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to pistols and cane
plotting on licks
from the pain of being back in the game
but I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
so its back to pistols and cane
plotting on licks
my face in prison
I live off smoke, hit a toke, take the smoke
Hit the S
(Then I go and master it, like sex with baby
Norwegian level, stuff
These
take
Easier to put us in some chains dawg
They don't ever factor in the change dawg
They don't factor in my brother got a family
Now his son infected by
is free
And for you, I will choose to live to it
Your message of hope, in song I'll sing it
In heaven you'll hear it
See that's my mission
I'll make
knowin' nothin' promise
I'm close as hell but still can't time it
Just ridin' trying to make it home
That's real life, fuck this song
My sons know they
that we shared the
Same musical tastes so
We asked them to join our band
It was some of the greatest
Times of our lives playing music in
Taylor’s
girl with Spanish eyes
When I saw her first in a pram they pushed her by
Oh uh my, my how you've grown
Well it's been, it's been a little while
Ooh
this house into a home
straight up and down
I got my man Melo T in the house
I got my man Preacher Earl in the house
I got my man Asu in the house
I
disguise
Just came home, after doin some time
Let me move your knee, now just read between the lines
Just read between the lines, yeah
It's six in
never snitch live by the code
Money coming in it's by the load
Got so many bitches I'm like inny miney moe
I go through so much and never get no time
of my band,
It didn't work so we both quit in the end,
Did a show unplugged just the two of us,
We lost contact, separate lives for both of us,
And she
Have an encounter and live to describe it
Most stories would start off by them saying, I Saw my body lying as my spirit ascended
The light surrounded me
rolled, party in my condo, homie better not fold til sunrise, yuh
And I got superpowers
Only fuck with real ones not the cowards
Workin' by the hour, never
When you lay in your bed
Be happy that God's the big man
Be happy he sees what I can't
We live and die by my knife
But, God's hand is more empathetic
cause I only smoke
driving
Driving wit my eyes closed as I fly home
Spending all my time alone Cus I know
Ahhhh
We still young
You Live some
We die
Of course, I love you
I love all y'all
Yea
I love girls girls girls girls girls I do adore
So put your number in my phone
Text me when you home
Hit
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Just tell me why
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are
We live and direct y'all, we live and direct
We talkin' 'bout
I'm talkin' 'bout it's that Holy Spirit in the building
I'm talkin' 'bout
No gettin'
people, ooh, to forgive,
People, my sins
Oohooh mother, mother I live alone with my prayers
Ooh, tell my mother, people, tell her this is all in
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