Lyrics:
the path that they follow
Tryin' to get it on today cause I ain't promised tomorrow
And when that boy ride by, knowin' his whip is the sickest
Put yourself
inside these streets, it got disgusting
But, for some reason I'm stuck in
And never leavin', I love it
I'm influenced by this shit I stand on
On my
My desireeeee
You’re my…
D - e - e !
I'm feeling different
I just can't let go by myself
You told me you gon luh me till death
So Many things I
That's how he became the king of the rap game
Bitch, chill Y'all need to chill
Ain't nobody is ill I'm just keeping it real
Fuck how you feel Fuck how you
Ooh this that new ey, wash down (This is the remix)
Let me put it down for town
I used to put them birds in and out of town
She said your new shit
hell, all a dream, I wear the crown, I'm king
Respect this mandatory, end of the story
Go fly a kite, category ain't got none
You know I'm right
listen learn
Gonna make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax
East
Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is
suffered
I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
This is my testimony
Al-ḥamdu l-illāhi rabbi l-ʿālamīn
You don't take a chance, you
and I
Can't walk a mile up in my shoes, cuz they run true to size
And you ain't true to self
So when I lace em up, that's the only chance that it'll be
whatever I wanna do whenever the fuck I wanna do it
My boys come in packs like they fuckin' rabbit stewart
Lil boy was talkin' all hard all the sudden it was
the mic with sweat in your palms
I'm at ease by still waters where
Verbal tech's are involved
This is America, shit
Isn't it hysterical, quick
Witness mass
from him.
But what the fuck does this look like?
I ain't your bitch. Don't you get it twisted.
You're so fucking stupid.
What the fuck does this look
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
These are just the true ramblins of them loose cannons
Always spit the truth rabid in a way that you grasp it
What ain't you understandin? Bitch,
being black
If it ain't the other
It's my own colour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Ain't no L-O-V-E
Please tell me why, Dear Homie
Dear
the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Where sellin' narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may
the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Where sellin' narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may
spirit
Real love, tell me is it real love?
And I never met a man like me
With a mind like mine
With the gas on E
With a drive like mine
I'ma end up King
jets they own? They just rented
Whatever words they said, they never meant it
Oh well, I guess it is what it is bro
But it’s cool my nigga, this how
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
looking for a promise or commitment
But it was never just fun and I thought you were different
This is not the way you realize what you wanted
It's a bit
break down too
But I gota stay calm cos I gota be true
I don't know how to feel about love
Whatever is destined let it be enough
I don't wana zone Yh
stand it
John 13, 34, 35
New commandment this is live
That you should love one another just as He has loved you
By this all men shall know you're His
Okay Nick, so I understand you have some concerns that you'd like to discuss today
So whenever you're ready I'm happy for you to voice whatever it is
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