Lyrics:
down and pray
I see the people that struggle those begging for money and hustling for places to stay
I am too focused don't need no distractions I beg
Dede
She would think cuz I got money now today's another pay day
She a clown ass bitch that was raised down by cape may
Bought a house in Florida
Cause
girl
Aye yo
Whats up
I got some rules that all big boys should live by Y’all
Talk to em Pukz
Haha, here we go
Rule number one
Make sure that your haircut
drought
I dont give a fuck I brag
Gotta learn to live with regrets that's a reasonable doubt
Roll up blowing that gas homie I vouch
For this og stamped
some of y'all look into your son's eyes
Wish I was there to see it but sometimes
Life gives you different doors and you gotta walk through em so you can
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
blunts and be high for three days
You can tell by the way i walk i ain't from 'round hurr (here)
Probably couldn't tell 'cause i ain't walkin nowhurr
atone
Got to pose this though: how many roads must a man walk down?
I can't talk now
It's too dim and dreary, clearly
It sincerely turned out nothing like
dick ain't ya standardHer mama evangel her daddy a pastor don't know her son father Gramps call him a bastard she flew out to Vegas with friends
Devastated, devastated, devastated
In the morning before I get up I toss and turn
Out the door, off to work so I can earn
A paycheck to live on cause
Fiends waiting by the door, cause I promised them crumbs
Lil bro be on my ass, cause I promised him ones
Stack the hundred and the fifties but we spending
was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it
was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it
always be the light
Even when I'm high, you always hold me down
Lets get it,
Yeah
(Worthy)
You're so worthy of my surrender
You're so worthy of my praise
next door, cross the street from each other
Everybody tryna make their lives better, their children's lives better
And you in the hood
Doing that dumb
meet
Ayy, pull up to your block with the Mac out
I don't back down when it comes to the beef
Pause, all y'all niggas my sons
When I look around, see
holdin' hands
Of the Holy man
I stand beside and call upon, so should my fans
If you down with Flizy, or live in a sound mind
Like love and hate,
My parents still annoyed I live high, aim low
Feel the wind blow right out your gazebo
But it isn't Wheel of Fortune when
I'd like to buy an "O" (OOO)
the shot
Take back, the three point so take that
That's the real definition of a hot drop
Lock stock, my guys rich but not locked,
Knock knock, the door drop
moves up and through the barrier
To a broke down base
A closed down rickety station made by a long gone faction set for observation
Beyond the confines
looked back since the day that I was baptised
Held down by my chain, but God got me with the Revive
I was so dead living in all the lust
But God through my
worshiping celebrity's then going to church the next day
Are world is being brainwashed
To follow the devils way
But deep down in all your hearts
You know god
neck
It is not sweat
VVS water like a light house
Lil nigga better pipe down
Fuck around get taped up
Ducktiled
50 cal leave his ass on x-files
Fuck 12
clouded by parables the Son of God had gave to Pilate
A clown regime that seems to permeate our modern scheme
I seen a being who fell behind the scenes for
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