Lyrics:
surrounded by all of these sixteen dreams,
Standing in the spot line and can’t see a thing.
I’m sick and damn tired of all the hustling and scamming, man
youngin' soul Just like a rib eye
Fly high, send him to that God He like to pray by
If I slide, crack his fuckin' spleen Knock out his insides
Headshot,
guys
It talks about relationships being so wonderful
Almost too good to be true
You don't know if this is a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Son of God, Saviour of man
Born this day, in Bethlehem
All
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
to get cool with guys 'cause you want 'em to choose sides
Campaignin' with the haters, dismissin' truth for lies
Definition of a man, don't full
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
hard to find folks like that
Got a gun and a Bible by my bed
Try to live by the words in red
I ain't got a lot but I got enough
By God I believe, in God
to the opps
I slapped my man wit' the spins
But last man guy i hit
Got slapped by the dots (Where they at?)
They always ask why i'm so violent?
I grew up
Life is a marathon
A maze, a magic, a mistery
When I quest to make a mark on history
Was sometimes trouble by the terrain
That's tough but the aim
see the boy them jisoro
Aje gbo koni si soro oo
(G.O.G, Gift of God G.O.G
See O.G, everything On God see O.G)
Young boy with a biggy man dream
There’s an old guy I know, I call him Goodbye Joe
He’s a long time friend of the family
Day by day kinfolk died or moved away
But Goodbye Joe stayed
my man wit' the spins
But last man guy i hit
Got slapped by the dots (Where they at?)
They always ask why i'm so violent?
I grew up on a violent block
down this main street
As happy as can be
When up ahead I spied Buddy Guy
Waving out at me
He was standing by the entrance
To his legendary club
So I
that water while I'm chest high
Explains all this basicness that you get impressed by
Tall and lanky so I'm not even a flex guy
Commercial melodies
Now here come a disc i play by the King
For love is all I bring
Man say certain guy if get discipline
Make you keep on skanking
Whether fryers
water, I swear to God
Real niggas taking falls like Niagara
Trying to stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon' happen
These niggas is best buddies wit
They hate I'm a star, I can't lie, man, the hatin' is hard
One of the few niggas out here bringin' gangstas to god
It's on now, time to start writin'
You know, may no man, woman, child,
nor animal walk a lifetime on God's green Earth
and not expect to be tested.
Just observe
and acknowledge
guys
Man I up good
He hears music apparently
Music man
Man I up hard
He is a fancy artist type folks
Man I up good
No 9-5 here
No thanks
Man I up hard
the streets a burial
Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive
How can I survive - with forty-one shots by my side?
You guys are murderers
in
the fan club
Bro bro-brodie, bud, buddy, buddy (this is the guy)
My name is Incrediboy
Look, I've been nice, I stood for photos
Signed every scrap
old man proud
Stomp your feet on the other guy and boss the team around
Judge your feelings on your last paycheck, try to pay your bills and hope for
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