Lyrics:
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
life
You're the only father that I ever new
Who's your daddy
Who's your daddy
As you live many years
Things take on a repeat
You're the only father that
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by God’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the Valley now
Vacay'd in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali, mmm
Got your girl
turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the Valley now
Vacay'd in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali, mmm
Got your girl
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
I'd like to take a minute (excuse me)
Wanna put you into context
This is just my second album
But it's one that I'm flossin', yeah yeah
Unlike many
by
But when I look back
Son, it's hard to explain
Not a thing I'd do different
But I'd do it again
What a life
What a
What a life
Told my mom
I won’t
wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in
on a rush hour train
I could've been Charlie Manson
Or could have been Richard Branson
Oh I really could have been a contender
If I'd just done it another way
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
get dough
I'ma pay her house right off
Like don't even cry, stop
Now take a couple nights off
I saw some things I'd love
To mention but I digress
That
I don't wanna runaway
Know it's probably best to go but foreign forces make me stay
Used to look up at the sun, it come 'round and then we'd play
Now
vibe
Ambition
I’m just tryna live
And do more than survive
I’d be lying if I told you I don't think bout what’s finna happen next
Like
Who woulda thought
fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take
I'm lying there's not a album
Cause these verses like a scripture
But back to the topic told you I'd never unlock it
Your body lookin so chocolate that
Momma where is father
Take a sip of this in holy water
Now
If I could change the world I bring back Pac!
But first
I'd bring back the homie momma
And that
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
exclusive to the Christians
Empowered by the Spirit shows us
How we should live in (Yuh)
A sinful world with sin
Remnants while being forgiven (Yuh)
The old
(Oh my god I'm gonna miss my cue)
It's the same old, day old, wake up, feel cold
Somethin' in me thought that by this time I'd be a miracle
Find
John Rambo
Covered up by the state
False apologies, false apologies
Covered up by the state
The silence is crippling
False apologies like it's nothing
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