Lyrics:
hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
I
all fails at least I live with memories
Judgement day, my only day of death
So motherfucker don't you test me, nigga
I came rolled in a break
Your
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
consciously
Somebody's got to find your trail
I guess it must be up to me
It was like a revelation
When you betrayed me with your touch
I'd just about
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki' slice the pie with you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those who get high with you
Niggas
covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that's like giving chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through
with negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance
Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance
Finger fuckin' til my palm hurt, I
Bruno
I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back
Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des
I just wanna' get all of
My niggas off the block
I just wanna' get all of
My niggas off the block
Came up with a master plan, I was in a box
Hidin'
my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes Lord
I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute
Ho, shut the fuck up (huh)
would remember what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his dyin' bed
He said, Patches
I'm dependin' on you, son
I tried to do my best
It's up
a coca leaf from my past
Came through the bushes smelling like roses I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta
Make it hot
Make it hot
Make it hot
Make it hot
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine,
lace 'em down, feel it
One hit Willy
Other nigga live with a milli
Other nigga ride him Phillies
Run through the hood, all blood on bills on grills
ballin', you just talkin', that's that commentary (huh)
I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (yeah)
Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for
and close that other eye
Now you see this brand new razor
I had it sharpened just today
I'm comin' in there with my own rules
That you must follow when
You love every lost cause; you reach for the outcast
For the leper and the lame; they're the reason that You came
Lord I was that lost cause and I was
on a sword
Writes a prayer on some paper and then he nails it to the door
Just the good of you may enter by the mercy of the lord
Listen not to what he
.G. (repeat 4X in the background)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
But we'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
On a bathroom wall I wrote
"I'd rather argue with you than to be
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
ain't no time to be afraid
Keep your faith when you're out there all alone
When you're faced with your fears just walk on
I was scared half
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