Lyrics:
Now I'm on fire
Black jacket matching shades as I float by you
Now I'm on fire
Black jacket matching shades as I float by you
Say
Ghost float in my
some help, hmm
Just turned on the digit in the kitchen by myself made
Stand up you ain't got two heads under your belt and pick your pants up
Zip
tapes, yeah, forever
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time
back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose
Got my sky, fly, who that guy?
Slip 'em my
gotta be strong
Gotta move on, we make mistakes
But we'll find a way
Back to that place
Where we belong
And I just gotta keep fighting
This hard battle
strong, like ancient trees that stand
It will endure, like sculptures carved by hand
Together we roam on mountain trails we tread
Hand in hand, step by
nine
My bitch she caught me cheating said she leaving said that’s fine
Ion need help no more
Love all gone
Been here by myself too long
Hold on strong
heartbeat.
And when you're by my side I feel strong I feel alive
You're the air I need to breathe, you're the power in me.
Chorus:
Don't give up it's now, I
gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin' to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they bust strong
Tried to call,
figures
Said a Brinks is coming through, at Fashion Avenue
At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew
Of motherfuckers, who ain't going out like suckers
I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody
One man standin' on two words, heal everybody
Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must
granny house with vanilla wafers
This the remedy, the seperation
2Pac of my generation
Blue pill in the fuckin' Matrix
Red rose in the gray pavement
under new ownership
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
Waiting for a moment
That always passed me by.
[Chorus:]
Black summer rain,
Black summer rain,
Black summer rain is falling on me, girl.
Where is
and my niggas are the realest
What a shame pussy niggas wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga
Piper picked peppers
But Tab rocked rhymes-a
1, 2, 3, 4, several times-a
Heavy rotation played by every kind-a
Radio stations blastin' every mind-a
me
Now they hate to see a young Black man with a college degree
Fucking all these little models for free
Pardon me
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
sweatin'
Like a dog ho and I need my
H2o Ima grab yo ass and tip
You good before the night is over
See, we gone like 30 bottles
Jungle juices goin' on
Ciroc,
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, I’ma bout to go planters,
I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers,
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