Lyrics:
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
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
yeah
He died and paid the rent
Yeah twelve for the sons of Israel
To raise them by two but then
Watch so many fall to evil
Over paying ten per cent
Man
mind and grave by name
You told me that my mind is your favorite place to hang
Ten thousand hours turned to ten thousand bridal flowers
What was mine
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
on my grind so if you thought I chill, I'm not
Gon' stop lettin' that steering peel on the block, why not?
[Chorus: x2]
Banks they think I'm yayos
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now,
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
kiss other bitches
My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother sister
I just aspire your desire to be different
My ten year old plan is just one year
[Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X]
Take a look in my life and see what I see..
[Yo Gotti]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S
3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7
shady vista, segshaw
[Chorus: *Scratching*]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now,
we're circling
For very different reasons
But one day the Eagle has to land
Out past the fountain
A left by the station
I start the day in
to ten
Now she got lots of different horses
By lots of different men
And I say
Liberate your sons and daughters
The bush is high
But in the hole
made
Into brown gravy for supper Sunday
They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets
They got yummy yogurt by the bucket.
Shelves and shelves
as hell
Legendary Pharell hated by many men
Get rich or die trying think am 50 cent
Enemies remain the same friends will always change
Am the reigning champ
to ten
How she got lots of different horses
By lots of different men
And I say
Liberate your sons and daughters
The bush is high
But in the hole
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
dynamite
Oh, kemosabe, more drip than Aquafina
Thought it was true love the first time I seen her
Pullin' black foreigns up by the fleet (by the fleet)
Never feel the same
I always feel different
Never feel the same
Now I'm just tripping
Going on my trippy
Going on my trippy trippy trippy
[repeat 2x
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