Lyrics:
the books of men. Books from the hands of men. Men from the pits of time. Words from a black mother: I knew it would happen to him, I just didn't know he'd be
Over o
Over over over o
Over over over o
Over over ooo oo
Hopelessly I'm falling over and over again
For your chocolate skin
Helpless me I be hard guy
being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last
Then she
to like like minded niggas, who liked crimes and figures
Doin' white lines and liquor, see hard times had kicked her
In the ass, it used to be thicker
over, over
I should really set you free
Here's not where you're supposed to be
'Cause if it's over, over
We're just wasting time
We're just wasting
'Cause I don't have the time
For your over loaded lines
You better be good to me
Be good to me
And I really don't see
Why it's so hard to be good
off by myself, I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
won't go away no matter how hard they try
They've got to pay time and time again, time and time again
I'll be praying to my higher self
And I'll be
Some of these bitches be real the hard knock
Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop
Hoes get naked for cheese they love that
Take the baddest
kinda hard to be me, It's kinda hard to Be free
It's kinda hard, It's kinda hard, It's kinda Hard
Yeah
It's kinda hard to be me, It's kinda hard to Be
own time
Your chose your path so let me chose mine
I admit it I surrender
I don't want my kid growing up to be a different gender
All the media be
and couldn't help but grin, when I saw some old buddies of mine
They said come on over and sit for a while so we can catch up on lost time
I didn't plan to stay
with the swervin' that we didn't hit a tree
By the way, this ain't what I meant when I said come with speed
Lost him over yonder, in the corner
Threat's
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
a personal date that you have to make
I go hard, cause it get hard by fate. Life's hard by design. Life's hard all the time
So you gotta play the game with
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Yo this mic sound amazing
Shout out Warm Audio
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
There's no disguise
I can feel your soul through your eyes
You should be
GTA"
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't
Yo turn, turn, turn
Edna one, yo
I touched that stand
I just can't tell the truth
I'm Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar
CPS ask if I'm tryna take the mick
the time be
They don't want to know me, they want to know my G's
Le I quit, things ain't the same no more
But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more
Whole-time my Black is heaven sent
My Black is elegant
My Black is relevant to anything you put it in
What's Jim Crow to what God chose?
What's a new deal
about the flack or backlash I get
I just spit what y'all be thinking over raw vintage
Jaws clinching, they shooting everybody caught flinching
Ain't shit
twisted
Like I no longer existed, mysteriously missin'
Although I'm worldwide, baby I ain't hard to find
Why I spend most of my time, my California grind
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