Lyrics:
a hold on me
Will I live for another day?
Hey, Will I live for another day?
Well the queen of George street just went walking on by
Walking on by
So what are you gonna do now honey?
When I'm dead and gone
And the only thing you have to remember me by
Is this fucking song
I went driving
riding rolling all day long
I am not new to this
I keep it true to this
Lend me yo ear and I'll show you a way
Receiving no handout
My foot on the pedal
the drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we
Look around
Look around
Blood in the streets
Blood in the towns
Look around
Look around
Countries run by lying clowns
The innocent are guilty
destiny
Where it is said
If I went through my bloodlines
So come with me I come with you
Are you coming into my place
Ain't no time for fucking around
you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free
Back home
Back home they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
Some black they
born a street away from me
I think about the days when
I was a younger me
Hungry, in the streets rummaging
And I was naïve, cuz I sang at the top of my
nowhere I can go
Everyone I recognize looks at me like I am lost
Walking down these dire streets
I thought I heard you call my name
But it's only in my
explanatory why a nigga sit by his lonely
You ain't got friends and watch your back momma told me
Never lustful wishes I won't let no nigga hoe me
Embedded
it don't lag
I put that shit in the past
Make you notice me like when you walking by a candy shop
Writing poetry, whoa is me, is written in the rocks
You're going to catch me if I fall tonight
Because you're always by my side
You're going to be the one that saves me once again
You know you make me
mad at me (you ain't mad at me)
After all this bullshit, it's nonsense, no time for that
[Repeat 4X]
I am, al-ways, there
You are, ne-ver, there
Down on Dream Street
Let me take you by the hand and,
Walk down the Milky Way,
Cause you make me feel
I'm so alive, though I promise baby
I hear
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
drink a few beers
And shed a few tears
I hope you can hear me play these tunes
'Cause most of them are inspired by you
Your life was a shed of light
My
composure
But you hear the drum said go then it gets so hype
It's like nitro opponents get petro
Remember the trademark left by the are
That's never
the bass and that limelight glow
I know
(You thinking that this game is over)
Oh no
(The wait is over)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em
Someday this river this river is gonna carry me away
I'll get lost in a city park where nostalgia just hits you like a wave
A foreign land of street
My boat is floating along the hills and avenues
The street lamp fireflies
Are guiding me the way
Getting lost in tangled alley labyrinth
Is what
by no headlines
I’m hoping you could see me with some news eyes
Yeah yeah
You can take out the spot light
All them pages that you read
Just turn
a fuck about your hustle, that don't mean more to me than these skits (yeah)
Scorin' up with these sticks, if you don't pour enough, I ain't sippin'
name, in Belly
They tell me, its very difficult to see 25
And if I survive it'll probably be with a celly
My opportunities are low because my brown
us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got
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