Lyrics:
too concerned
If, money is not involved
Like, how many times I been hurt
By b and friends doing dirt
Skur
Ion really care whatchu heard
Nerd
Come out
to rebuild trust with you
Fuck wit you
You was in my family so I was in love wit you
Uh, so we mobbed
But you was lyin about everything all along
You took
My brother here ain't no letting up
Ain't no fucking around
You ain't talking money I don't want you around
Get cold just like Chicago on this side
Something, something you wanna imagine
My life a movie, played the estrogen
(D-D-D-Doo)
All about my green like I'm Patrick
Livin' by my own, Ten Commandments
walked to and from school
Black boys can't fly you can do anything
The greatest lie ever told
I told myself all the time
Sometimes you just got to lie
the studio with D, gettin' no sleep
I had no P and it was lonely
I'm gettin' money
Now these fuckers wanna know me
I'm the jiggiest nigga in CO
Niggas know my
our ears
We’re gonna go oh oh oh
And let the force flow oh oh oh
Through my body and my soul oh oh oh
And when it ends all my money i’ll spend
I’ll get
vibes collide and I see that it's you
This whole time I turned away and but behind my mind the truth
In your brown eyes everlasting fire and never aging
had came with a shield, I'm tired of fighting security clearance
The love ain't apparent, but know that it's real
I'm speaking when all my emotions,
receive pleasure off of heffers going after my cheddar
Attitude is whatever for ever twenty more pleather
I got a fuck 'em all tee with a fuck 'em all
still alive
I got my eyes on the prize
I can see right through your lies
All I think about is demise
Send his ass right back to God
We put him up with
NYC Girl
She's got a style that's all her own, that girl has got her shit together
She's got that, ah, je ne sais quoi that money can't buy
She's
My daddy was a soldier in a foreign war
But he doesn't like to talk about it any more
He kept a picture of my mama right by his heart
He'd give
do I care? Think they care about me?
Stop sending money send em all a bomb.
Ride, ride, ride, I'm the WARLORD of the road,
Ridin, ridin, ridin,
We dance in the kitchen on Boxing Day
I held you swaying in my arms to Marvin Gaye
Our Christmas ham turned green by New Year's Eve
We weren't
We dance in the kitchen on Boxing Day
I held you swaying in my arms to Marvin Gaye
Our Christmas ham turned green by New Year's Eve
We weren't
caring
What about keeping in touch
With the One who gives life
Took away all of your sins
And carried you through your strife
I'm still gonna pray
and dough and piss off somewhere else.
My ol man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove
fuck with me
All you do is take you see my hatred grows
Can't take much more I'm about to explode
You'll see a side Of me I've never shown
You'll
all in time
See the revelation as as it starts to unwind
And yes we all will try to make it through the gate but some won't get by-ee-eye
Apocalypse is
the week
I forget about the weekend
I make money in my sleep
I make money when I'm dreaming
Take you down to Harrods, let me know
(yeah, yeah)
Girl if
a casket that's calling and my family has got to be fed
Before I be done fall in
I'm all in I'm Kenny I'm Rogers I'm harboring nothing
It's fuck it it's
wanna suck the meat off the bone
Bitch it's ligaments
Timid no more
The foreign make ya double take
By second look I'm gone
Money never go to voice mail
the pinnacle
Unpredictable individuals
Irresistible, inexplicable
Some political, some are spiritual
Hold all the jokes about my site, heaux
Doc Free on this mic
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