Lyrics:
at my peers now
Things I had to let go
I'm facing all my fears now
Never had a father figure
Mother had to teach me
I did it by my lonely baby
The feeling
There's your picture by the bed
I'm gonna leave it where it is
'Cause if I tear it out tonight, my heart would know
But something ain't right between
fuck mothers
Hope you got no brothers
Still can realise your dreams
Simple what I make it seem
And I am what you see and more to be no stress (no stress)
should I do
What do I do if I face it?
Forget the mess lemme embrace it
Please
I ain't taking it back taking it back
I ain't taking it back taking it back
suppose to be my lover
(By my lover)
You suppose to sit by me when I'm sad and sober
(Sad & sober)
Small thing you don run call your lawyer
You wan Carry
I might spook 'em chosen
You try'na be choosen
It's a white man's world
If we win, we losin'
Abusin' your blessin'
I'm givin' you a lesson
But it's
another addict
Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic
Sucking on an asthma punt
Though you never know by looking at him that's the cunt
up to the brim
With go up and get it
Had to finish it by myself
When nobody was with it
I hope you got your eyes glued
If you blink
Then you'll miss it
and we love you forever
This song was manifested by myself, and my mother
Thank You Frankie
Yeah! Hi Mom
My mother's getting mad at the money that I
your lane (ooh)
She older, she ask me my name (ooh, ooh)
I told her age ain't a thing
I text them come over with that 'caine (that 'caine, that
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
wipe on my lips
Indulge yourself with the posters
and noisy money and drugs interior golds
I tell you how is your profit
demand if it gets the whole
Really gave you a style
To run with it,
I'm solo by my lonely
I'm seeing just what I'm done with,
Really my biggest critic
I'm just tryna have some
rings
I got designer things
Yes I got designer bling
If that mother fucker wanna smash
I got designer D
Wait, no
Not gon' hit and quit
I'm for the finer
on they first case?
My niggaz
[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
I'm doin' this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain't missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf
light from within
It shines through your beautiful skin
What they, say bout you ain't true
There's no me if there is no you
I hope, that you
Black man hold your seed up
To the moon like roots
And let 'em digest these fruit's
It's good to live on
"I blow up the spot" "I blow up the spot"
"I
Verse 1:
Girl, you got my whole world spinning round
And I can already see how this thing's going down
This love called, Me and you
It ain't perfect
isn’t just made for me yeah thats right
Everything that your eyes can mother fucking see can be yours if you mother fucking want it to be
Gang gang
Ugh
I ain't sober
Somethin''s fishy, I'ma pop the chop, that bitch from Nova Scotia
Florida man, before I saw snow, I cracked an avalanche
Colt .45
must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they
landmines
In the lands of opportunity
Nanny had a plan
And that was land over jewellery
I'm so clarke Imma go hard
Till your standing by my graveside
start rhyming fast
I'm
Glitching and switching the mission
It's infinite if I envision it
Flipping the camera
Zooming it into your face
Wasting the human
was all I said, word up
Why she buggin if I promised that I'd call her back
Of course I'm honest plus I'm keepin things all intact
I be stressed
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