Lyrics:
the only one in the game
That's is gonna do it for years and years man
It's like, you know, how you gonna say
That I went out at the top of the game?
The top
I won't set
these eyes of mine
On nothing
but your figure devine
I'll try whatever you design
I'm gonna work it out
To get your kiss so fine,
so fine
gonna break through
Everyone popping them bottles and popping them shotguns
I look at my life it's getting so hot son
I logged on my insta and liked
I do don't you suggest I'm not
Yeah I'll bring you what you ordered have it piping hot
Getting all those good reviews and I read them out knowing that
And I'm very clear that you may say some things I may not wanna hear.
But I'm gone listen to them.
And we gone work it out.
And if I need a breather, let
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching
For reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness
That the man of God
rich, work
Get rich, work
Uh
Work work work
Never gon stop
Till we out the dirt
When I'm on a beat
I'm a surgeon Turk
Gonna sling heat
Get my wife a Birk
I'm gonna die anyway, even if it's not by tonight, I don't mind I don't mind
Bout to hit my prime anyday, then I'll tell you what it's like, issa vibe
and he took out
A deck of playing cards
He began to spread them out across his bunk
About that time, one of his buddies came by and said
"You gonna
choking breath
A new world order is here, arrogance over God means annihilation
Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2021?
Only he can save us,
God
But as I looked a little deeper I felt a pause
Cause we all do it
We all do it
We all screw it Up
But also we so smart we all knew it
Everybody
or I had to leave you
I'm sorry that it didn't work out on us too
It's time to find myself and that's true God help me right now I don't have a clue
I
the CPT
Punk police are afraid of me!
Huh, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Yo Dre,
the CPT
Punk police are afraid of me!
Huh, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Yo Dre,
out
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
She ask me when you coming to my college
'Cause she's all about it
I said that's
rain
With a head full of ideas drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
Now I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
goals
So I'll put my faith in it
It's gon all work out for the better, yea, on me
Always gonna keep my faith way up that's on me
Knowing that they
shit
Straight out the womb, to the operating room
It was fight-or-flight and guess i chose to fight but like
Look
I'm here now god, not the best ride but
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
Never wrong, never dogged, out yo brother
Cause you love him, you kept him covered
When it got dirty, you was the plumber, summer breeze
Could shine its
option around here
Know what I'm talking about
I put in work for the gang and you know it
I'ma young shotta I work that choppa
These niggas know it yeah
"Scalpel"
"Here"
"Sponge"
"Here"
"Wait he's convulsing!" "Ah"
"He's convulsing!"
"Oh my" "We're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!" "We're
Look at me now
Said I wouldn't do it, but I hunted you down
Know you had a girl, but it didn't work out
Know you bought a house, but you had
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