Lyrics:
a glass wankavator
Monster maker
Operate wild by the company of the turn stones and thinner
Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
These creatures escaping from their northern homes
Appear to have nowhere to live anymore
Thus, my friends
I must leave
As it seems
My realm bleeds
to
If we can't live by its guidelines, then what's the point of the rules
You need to know that the time you got's not long
You just wasted your time—it's
Stricken with pain, live by the day, see in my eyes
It's covered by the sound of silence when I'm screaming inside
You want that ill MC shit, that real ass
in our authorities or still the same old anxieties?
How heartened are you by the charity found in our communities?
Two
How many are trying to catch our
rains, it drops
You do bark
You get chopped
So fuck them rules
I make my own
Got a plan
Live by my own
Alone at home
Trynna find escape
Can't really
So it's this present state of grace I offer thee
Welcome home to the men
And the women who defend
Back to their lives and the lies
Shat on them
on
Might take a life if he lookin' wrong
I'm feeling cold, yeah
Ain't got no home, yeah
Young nigga ain't got no heart
I was just tryna get outta
who sponsored
The whole thing lives a lie
Getting back inside that plane only
Made me more fly when I get back to my city
I'm gon' bring that bitch
Alright band, it's showtime
Let's give the people what they want, on the one
Good evening ladies and gentlemen!
I wanna welcome everybody
"I'm not afraid to die, I'm just afraid to live.”
I'm not afraid to die, I'm just afraid to live.
My obliteration's imminent.
“Welcome to Hell, enjoy
you
Venture this universe
With me
What is home if not with family?
Why treat each other differently
When we all live just across the street?
Welcome
Meet me where the sand meets the sea
My home is atop that crumbling cliff
Follow me up the steep path, you may come in
More a fortress, less
FYB, Rich Gang
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah you're all welcome to come in
Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss)
Sauce
slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,
slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,
a suburban kid raised by good parents
I guess life is about finding your way home
A place, a face, a reason to wake up every day
The future scares the hell
Ain't nothing there for you
You gotta live for destiny
She told me
5 months 6 months 7 months
8 months 9 months go by
Time flies when you getting money
They dont care about the bad their doing They only think bout what their pursuing
Destroying their lives with the worst influence
I contiplate life
window
Camera flashes daily
Caught in the glare
Welcome home! welcome home!
Baby, I made it and it's all right
And I don't want it to end
facin' evil people
Some have them wicked ways, some donate they lives just to make us not equal
And oh, my Lord I want to make it welcome in your home
know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got
pillaged and possessions seized
Burning homes and imprisoned disease
Land as loot, and lives to uproot
Forced to obey, or they will see the noose
A whipping
I've used this same needle like a hundred -some times
On this drug that every day takes like a hundred -some lives
I'm just one more son that cries
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