Lyrics:
speak from experience, hunger and hurt
And a little bit of hate from niggas doing me dirt
I just wash it all out with Tide and show love
To those who
a choice
Not really
Think theyll be less afraid and give me some more time if I pay all the fees?
Thats the spirit Mr . McBride
Let me check
(Praying)
God
(Shawty you are not mine)
(I just liked you for the plotline)
(You caught me at a bad time)
(Had a little glow up but I stay on the dash like I been
Patiently while he wait's
And we'll have to keep it up all night
In spite of the moaning
So I can wear them out
Before work in the morning
By now my little
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
a shrug
When life is getting rough, you'll never know it's enough
Trying to act tough, we all call your bluff
Out of touch with yourself the more it builds
you can pay me back after you die
It ain't always easy when you're living hand to mouth
The more you put in, the less you get out
It ain't always
fall (ow)
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (ha)
Uh, the wild boys, King Kong of the cowboys (mh)
You see the bloodshed after you hear
you sip
Still can’t equate to
Knowin’ we had last words
Takes a little practise
Not to fall for these birds
Dealt with two or more
Now I’m headin’ for
little homie
Better no getting in zone if you just figured out you owe me
Jet boy all day, bank shield all day
We just be getting money all day
So much
body has spoken
No joke, we go for the glory
But I'll probably have another 'fore I finish this story
And one more inside of me
Then both my body
that's me, with a fifth of that Jack D
Still ridin' dirty to 8-ball MJG
Still got the house in the little hood that raised me
Still know dope boys, I talk
look at your hair
While checking out your nails
Tens less I am stress less loving you everyway
Benjy in the air so let it blaze
Costume ain't
and imagine the south
Little black boy at his Grandma's house
Count stacks for a quarter of an ounce
Trying to get the brand new Jordans came out
Trying to get
need a little less hesitation
I need a little more restless nights
I just need a little more
Leave it at my front door
Everybody gets
Caught in
syncing you feel me
I'm off my rocker like I fell out my seat
You speaking trivial let's keep it straight and elementary
I thought I told you boys to man up
time the skeng burst, no more laughter
Them man can't laugh with me
Or fist me, one man soldier
If I'm in danger, turn into a gymnastic with
A little
(I am a sophomore)
Our house ain't a home no more (I'll be sixteen in August)
Still my faith's unshaken
Lord won't you please save me?
Is this
onions on sauteed fish
Little Royal, candle and one big kiss
You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard, you cussed me out
When you found condoms laying in my
I'm here to take the Cash Back, Whoo!
God's essence with me
The Word on my lips God's blessing the beat
You gone get Christ
Nothing less than with me
I
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
tomorrow to cause more pain and suffering to spread. The last gift you’ll get’s made of led and it goin fly out a barrel
The man on top there, him haffi fall
it tonight (what else)
Only sixteen, way too tight
But age ain't nothin' but a number- number
Baby got her hair done by Shanda- Shanda
Nine nine
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