Lyrics:
been crazy
I know there's people I'm missing
Out but it's always love mr olatunji
I ain't even gonna call him by
His name that he knows
But everyone
to see you
Cry you know why
Because I cry seeing you cry
Girl I ain't even gon' lie
We been so
Close for so
Long baby it's
Been so real
And now I
Feel
get the fuck up out my house
Ain't stacking bread so why the fuck you gonna pout
You don't even come out ya house
You got a pink and purple blouse
Dads
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Hey
You got me feeling
Some type of way
And it's ok
I love you baby
You gonna stay
Or fade away (Way, wa)
If you gone
I ain't gonna wait
I might
from it all
To be real this game ain't all it seem to y'all
I mean I'm blessed by my good God high, that's no question
And I know my journeys long
thoughts but you’re stuck at the gate
Shots and the pot ain’t the way to medicate
When you’re chained by the ways of this world and dazed by the gaze
not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
shoulder
Tell me it's gonna be alright
Sometimes I can't even sleep
Unless I hear his voice at night
Mama she don't understand it
Everything ain't so
ain’t ever gonna change
You ain’t ever gonna change
Oh no, Jericho
Until I blow
I keep thinking that you are going to rise
I keep thinking that you
Fuck you, Siya
You ain't never gonna fuckin' change
Just leave me the fuck alone, for real
Just here, just leave me the fuck alone
It's always
trips, never sanjo pay
We dipped, used to play for you, even used to pray for you
Never dap 'cuz you wanted to spit in my face, it was up up up
like Limbaugh (hey)
I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine
You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom
I think they
Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute
But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin
Cause it's too late at night for
what
Is going on in this world that we live but
I can tell that this shit ain't gonna end well
Everything's moving fast while I stand still
Crooked suits
always tried laughing it off
'Cause we've been through so much, but after it all
I don't know if I'm ever gonna rock with you
Even when I get plaques
It's none good but one the god of salvation
Polytheist believe in maritime law
The beast he about to hang all yall
You aint gotta kill a king
Cross
Johnny's on the back porch swingin'
Got his mind made up with a bottle of jack
He's gonna make things even
Got a real good reason that's a matter
friends
I'm not the man to go messin' with
Try getting in my head, do the best you can
You can't break the mind of a psychopath
(WAGH)
Gonna grab you by
I ain’t the same
You ain’t gonna make it nowhere passing all the blame so own up and take it
I’m tweaking I’m tripping get even we winning when you
hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it's on G
We could never be enemies, cause you been such a good friend
of guy
You can try to take me out but I ain't ever gonna break
I bet we could work it out if you got rid of all the hate
Even if we had a problem it's one
Feel like a soldier cause this life is war
You never know what it could have in store
Ain't grow up the best hated being poor
Used to steal shit
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