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that I'm on his side
I hand him my keys, I say, you better move fast
There's a J in the ashtray and plenty of gas
He throws me the cash and says
down
He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior-faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my
a bitch
Put that Glock down
Nigga came as the shooter
But he got shot down
Ever since the cash came legit
I'm buying opps now
Nigga shook his drank up
It
me and my spouse
Wavy faith going back and forth
He asked me what am I doubting for
So I showed Him my open sores
Then He showed me His open sores
I'm
could not work it out
I seen the challenges with me and my spouse
Wavy faith going back and forth
He ask me what am I doubting for
So I showed Him my
shit too easy for me feel like it's the weekend
Don't surround myself with fakes because everything is pretend
Oh no Slim Tim he's been running up his
shut it down ain't nothing else for me
Shut it down shut it down when the grass is already green
Now he makes his living on a .50 cal. machine
Dodging
Had a conversation with my soul he don't trust me today
Hmmmmm
Yea
Sometimes when I'm alone with my son I just cry
I...tell him life get crazy, While I
the roads
She gave me box like Roddy's song
And 8 down below 6 months for a rammy
Got a year when I walk on the mains
I know a lit nigga but his
Ego turned
granny, ask her about me, she'll say she love me
I hold it down for my people, make sure my family ain't broke
I put on for my city, I'm 504 'til I croak
his stacks
Its the fact that I don't love em leave em troubled if they minnie me
Gold package magnum wit the platinum cause I need a g
That's how it
need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
I went from hanging out down at the swap meet
phobias
Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
All city legity critter, bark with me
All filthy documents, cats piss on their
sure lying
And had me funding both sides
Like a war crime
What you gunna do When the Reaper
Comes for your soul
Played your roll but never paid Your toll
the model man to me
Although I am his only seed, he waters plenty plants and trees
Taking care of Chris while he going through shit, that's my King
Nate
my bro want to hit Sun City, why he sliding wit his phone
Why he siding wit them folks
Why he buying all that-
I ain't lying I'm a goat
I ain't trying
to talk about my drive sounding far from
When certain niggas search for jumper cables to car jump
Me and my team living by a code
Many going broke, many
take its course
This my truth hear it from the source
Knew that I would slay what I need one for
Tried to make gold, but they gave me coal
And I never
the endzone, but I breeze by skillfully
Practice makes perfect said the wise man, or so his whole life span
They said a man was part of the sea
By hand, what?
Screamn' whitewall tires and a guitar by his side
Billy's got the fever as he rolls on through the night
Some were born to listen, some were born
money
Remember
On the air with them grams in my hand
Imma man took a stand never
Stand on the stare
Want green? got peas you can handle em for me
Probably
country's not for me
Go on if you think you must
Carlos packed his drums up in the dark of night
Ruby standing just outside the front porch light
Chain
of atlantic city, new jersey.
Howard kaylan:
He's making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. I wouldn't do it if it weren't for this. you noticed, all through
there
Argues about paths that do not exist
The W stands for willing his hand and heart are always open to the world
The world does not know what do with
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