Lyrics:
back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
she said:
niggas lost
Grindin' hard by any cost
House of reps gang under boss
My mother did that five years
Couldn't show the world
That I took a loss
Look
tell 'em, capiche?
I want you to go over there
And if it's what they say it is, you buy it, you bring it back
You can do that you make five grand
You made us alive
Though You knew that Your life was the cost
Still You saved us
Risen Savior, righteous One
Jesus, Son of God
By Your grace we are
about a river runnin' thicker than water
And it's about blood
Once upon a time in America
Workin' man knew where he stood
Nowadays just gettin' by
The music started in the hearts and drums, from another land
Played for everyone, by sons, of the motherland
Sendin out a message of peace,
and make the dark ? claim that he is finally dead and gone
My father who died when I was seventeen continues to be my principle ghost
A lifelong
bound by blood, we are close to the light
We never knew what we're made for
From now on we are together
Never had a clue what's our matter
But we
hardcore
We trying to get land riches and more
Ghost put me on to it
We just do it, floss or whatever
Take care of the business, there's too many
are blue, black
So we cherish ya, day to ditch I thought you knew that
Uh I'm tryna party at home baby
I'm tryna, uh, fuck off
I'ma be stuck in
afraid of them
But learning the family trade
My interest began to fade
I'm a dictator's son
Born with a silver gun
In a country that's half insane
boy in the hills of Tennessee
And I was raised not to care what people say about me
Alright
We raised up on that Hank Jr. 83, son
Put your hands
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life,
Ghost delusion
Remember the protrusion
The Holy Ghost delusion
Embrace the scowl by gnashing
The whore of God we feast
She is pure beauty, her skin so
afraid of them
But learning the family trade
My interest began to fade
I'm a dictator's son
Born with a silver gun
In a country that's half insane
like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run
off the Hen, I was smokin', I got too high
Damn, time flies by
It's like I knew your whole lifetime, my nigga
We accomplished so much shit
We
head I think I need a silent room
I've been living by myself yeah in a ghost town
I've been living on my own am so used to that now
Friends come
Yeah, what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the motherfuckin ' house tonight
Know what I mean? We about to get it popping, let's
never woulda rapped
But this is my life n we can't change that
I woulda bin there, I never woulda tried
I would never want to live, I never woulda lied
feel like the problem is the people that control
It don't really come from here, so they can't do nothing but look down on us
We look at them, we see
Passed him by a long time ago
But didn't stop to pick him up that day even though he was late
We drove by
A year later my family moved, he moved
meaning of life homophones
And that orange is that strong color
It brings the smoke like Holy Ghost fire
We should take torches from riots
And bring them
mucho mangos
I was drained, though
Going through life no strings attached
Still gettin' tangled
Before I knew I was the one that
Realized the strings was
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