Lyrics:
the kitchen with my
Fingers in the batter, y’all
(Clinton Clinton Clinton Sparks)
The magic man, turn soft to hard
Turn four into six, nigga, chart my odds
If
in a dash
Passion over money, love over everythingRapping with my buddies rapping for the hell of it Battling and running. Home run getting hitHella
tell me why
Don't you tell me lies
Shey na money be the issue?
Time be the issue
Energy exchange
Everything official
I'm seeing many things
My mind
the ceilin' fan
From your neck with a belt like, (Oh shit)
Don't even mind me, if I start to get ahead of myself
I'm only try'na get my records to sell
I'm
you go na you dey my mind
Anytime I sleep I dey dream of you
Girl you are a blessing to hold mankind
Na who no get sense na go waste your time
I say
DAY THEY THUGS
THE NEXT
THEY PO- LICE
MY NEW MOTTO IS
STAY OUT MY BIZ
YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW HATER
IT IS WHAT IT IS
OHH OH
OHH NO
CAN'T NOBODY
dreams and ambitions
Working hard to improve my condition
Take care of my family that a my mission
By any means necesary no reddtion
Every getho youth
the past tense
Nigga tell me what that meant
Never mind, your luck
I don't give a fuck anymore, blessing
Used to be dehumanized by human eyes
Now I'm
irons and raw
Try not to get caught by the law
Protect what you got on your mind and heart
Cause niggas will slime they dawg
Never get up and deny who you
My motivation elevated, blazing chronic got me faded
Now my mind is on vacation with a new imagination
Having visions of escaping prison walls that
more money to spend now
Still going by the laws that were made for the time where the mind don't even really fit in now
Coming straight up out the dark
It was long ago and far away another place, another day
When dreams were easy and love was just a state of mind
She was young she was pretty looked
wanted it all
I'm one of a kind, she one of them dimes
Been at it for a while, we puttin' in time
I'm lovin' her thoughts, she changing my mind
We learnin'
Sex, money, cars
Remix
I know how you like to be in charge
I love how you flossin' me in your car
I know how you like to ride
With your lady
platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
OT, I got cake with a C
to better times
Weavin' past folks, sleepin' on the corner
Got detained by the mayor of my block
Come with me, son, I'm gonna give you a pulpit
Rum on his
a baby. Unfortunately, not by choice.
It just happened. And I have no idea what to do. We don't have any money. We don't have much space.
We're 18
nevermind my state of mind
neon signs across the borderline
closing time; and i think its time i flew
im getting closer to you
to get in my grill
I swear my dad caught me becomin' a man
Came with the bail money, did the best he can
A cross on the wall a bible on the table
Under
Lately, lately I've seen you in your dream
Lost in a clouded mind
Held down by all the things that seem so real
The world you can't leave behind
I was born into money,
And sold down the river.
I was choked by the jailor
And fucked the gorilla.
I ran through the country ahead of my time.
I
face melt
I think I lost my mind thought I left it on the shelf
Now I'm tryna find myself all by myself
I gotta play the game cause the cards been
youth like fountain
Mind mine then I stack my stack my
Me nuh bother with no bad vibe bad mine
Still im coming for the crown yeah that time
Yeah that time
die with a focused mind
Plus there will be millions of me
Ready to multiply
Don't just mention, acknowledge me
Remember to honour me
My pen and this
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