Lyrics:
The things we facin'
Wicked days, can't see no brighter days
It's time to chase it
Cross dreams 'cause the scene is
When you never get by
That's why I gotta
everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed when the folks came
My name on fire in
last favor I'll ask of you
There's one last favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
Byrd gang money,
This is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money.
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in
in my hand
I'm about to take up
I live drunk and take up
'Cause I'm all about my paper
Dancin' on that stack, it's pesos
All I make is cash
All I
em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations
I robs the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
It's OK, they're clean
Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I'm just about to eat that
There's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
There's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
There's one kind of favor I'll ask for you
See that my grave is
them rules straight swaggin on this blang
On display Munch say he is here to stay
Kept me on the down kept me on delay
Speaking on my name ill see you in
been fake
Oh well I'll just take my slip to the grave
Uh, what the fuck are my parents gonna say?
The success story that got his life together
reason ya fronted ya should've just kept it one hunit learn how to make ya face stay stone
[Chorus]
Why you comin at me like that, is it cause I came
heroes y'all my queens, to get
my moms out the hood that's my hope and dreams
to raise my son to be a soldier by any means
i see your true colors,(i see
see it
Hope that no one is looking
That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie
Was posted in the back with my hands crossed shooken
If
been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her
that maybe God is intervenes
With my life like he did so many times in between
A half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me,
you could see beyond the smile that I'm puttin' on
This front that I'm puttin' up for you
I spill my soul into a microphone
With poems written in
to clean a demon’s soul
I know that God is my witness
No more demons inside
Was stuck inside the sunken place until my healer arrived
He said he want me
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
and clean
And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
M-A-N-D-E-L-A
Now you got a chance to hear what he say
Since they kept him locked up for
A child torn between destiny's, LeToya Luckett
I gave this my all, then what's left over is my luck, bitch
I'll show you where you goin' if you show me
proud of what is being done
Kept some of the strongest poison sheltered in a clean cup
Readjust my vision in the shrouded mist to see dust
On the floor
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
across, cracks is fallin'
My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they
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