Lyrics:
ruining your day over the same bullshit
And last surpass your past and go don't let your fate be controlled
You should know reach for your goals and that
could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days
A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say
Out for
off the dresser and get on my day
Send praise up as I raise up Just thankful for the day
Make the best of my situation While I'm out here getting paid
I
niggas
Pray to God like every day to make a way for my niggas
I break bread with my thugs I bust heads with my thugs
Everything I ever got got on my own
ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit
on and on and on and on and
(talking by Mega)
Know what I'm sayin big 9ine
Mega Bills you know the deal
Uh
Start this shit like this
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies
shitted on by critics, it's cool, they super rated
Life on the huge and playlist, daily's the fucking basis
Accounting for all the hatred, get off
the day
And losing sweat around the stove
Is but a meager price to pay
For you'll find nothing closer to perfection
All across this land
The chicken is
it by my lonely every shot I'm taking
They use to criticize the mamba now he hall of faming
The ones you love the most show the least endgagement
I'm down now
Four more of me would make a fucking fab five now
No Chris Webbers' 'cause in life it aint no timeouts
I could go on for days but imma let
biscuit
Tired of the bickering bitchin
Ego too big for the business
Bet they gon listen
When you
Speak with your fist
Fuck it I'll stay consistent
fucking little faggots don't believe it's Ghost
Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast
Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast
gon' come for your top
Yeah, when you doin' you, they don't like that shit
I hold it down for the clique, with the types of grit
G-Malone CD playin',
doin' on a Thursday
Don't tell me you thirstay
Ok, it's just the first day
You got me goin' right 'round
Got me goin' right 'round
(She gon lie for me,
Grey floaters inside my eyes
And visible when you look into a clear blue sky
Memories of days gone by
Activated by a mirror ball shining bright
In
Today's a different day
And after all this time
I waited for my prayers
To fall in line
Who knew it'd be exactly
By God's design
Go figure
(Duhhh)
I gotta
Today's a different day
And after all this time
I waited for my prayers
To fall in line
Who knew it'd be exactly
By God's design
Go figure
(Duhhh)
I gotta
that I made in the basement
Mama, I know that you still sick of waiting
I cannot wait for the day that we finally make it
Like mama, we made it
Mama she
thing
Mix a H with quanna
Take him 1-2 whole days
Molly grits supply the strip
By the triple private planes
Read a book and took a nap
Enjoy
Just another man, working with the circumstance, make it advance, on a early time basis
Just like that (I was day 'dreamin)
Just like that (I was day
The good old days
And you guys need to appreciate your good old days
Because Zimbabweans, we didn't; you guys know
We didn't appreciate our good old,
What I think about in my day to day basis
Is how to remember faces
How to keep the complacency to a minimum
And how to get across what I get
And get
Listen up now we enter The District
With a chainsaw road flare biscuit
All the while tryna get off biz quick
Blood suckin' ticks and leeches
They
you live
Until one day by death you're found
I tried to keep both of my feet on the ground
But I know my head is surrounded by clouds
Spirallin' down,
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