Lyrics:
Well the sun is burning down on the pavement
Money in the bank
I ain't gonna save it
Jenny's coming by
Hope she makes it
Jenny's coming by
Sure
all
Got to stay focus and remember who I do it for
I was grinding to the top with niggas that watched me fall
When I'm down bad can you be the one I
the a.m. on the corner moving work
A lot of shit that's being done, my team done it first
Was five years old when a nigga started doing dirt
If the laws pull
Never change know I'm flawed
Came far I'm appalled all this While ducking law punch Different one for all
Stand tall never fall young Nigga I ain't
on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
One friend left to sell clothes
One works down by the coast
One had two kids but lives alone
One's brother overdosed
thick wen putn on hipster
Am no frod +3
You n+gga go die ba the sword...
I pay all bill at the door...
We don't go ba the law...
Fetch 2 by 2 on flow...
niggaz gon' speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
your birthday
Stand up sit down it’s your birthday
Everybody do squats it’s your birthday
Do twenty five squats it’s your birthday
All the parents do
There's a thousand miles in eighteen hours
I got to double drive down south by 35
I got the hammer down Detroit made
5 25 pushing my ass right
doctrine was the law
to tell men what was needed to be done
the lazy continue to be enslaved by the evil society
they keep aimlessly as garbage
being decorated by her sister in law)
Areey paaliyo ke mo aase re hey moruda
(How are you going to come on feet)
Aase ma maajhe junaade ro jyaaj
(I will
though teeth shattered by a baton
There is no number of "acceptable" botched dynamic entries
Even one person killed by a stray bullet is too many
But you
Western railway
We built our own towns
But we never settled down
made camp on the line of surveyors
we fought with the law
drove the line shore to shore
Deep End
Blow-Up, 12 Angry Men
Down by Law, Faces, Ox-Bow Incident
Shame, Out of the Past
Intolerance, North by Northwest
A Clockwork Orange, Touch
Out in Vagina Neck Gulch, there's a man to be known,
Sheriff by title, but his morals ain't grown.
With a diaper under jeans, and a meal of Big
Rollin down this long road
A song came on the radio
I feel like it was wrote for me and you
Now how big of a dumbass
That I've been as of late
Let me
down to ride
You know you know I'll be by your side... by your side
Girl I know how you feel inside... feel inside
You don't have to let your feelings
There is one God
Grace is for everyone: big and small
Grace is for the wanderer- you can stand tall
Grace will never let you down- gives you ways
your birthday
Stand up sit down it’s your birthday
Everybody do squats it’s your birthday
Do twenty five squats it’s your birthday
All the parents do
down clap
The law may sleep but it never dies
Don't follow sheep with the red eyes
Souls fly higher when you die of martyr
Speak the truth like Philip
a man down and I do it by force
Jump in the whip, doing up tours
Still in the field am breaking laws
I got Gs from Mogadishu that’s hoping me and yours
tightly
And I write nightly like Spike Lee
Let me break it down
I been having a maid since the 8th grade with a fade
Rapping by the swings
as they go along
But I'm goin' on twenty five years strong
This shit I say might get you through the day
Or change your whole life in a major way
The shit
song
The morning's bright, the coffee bold but soon the night will come along
Keep making vows
Keep fighting fights
Keep writing laws
Keep feeling
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