Lyrics:
free Osama
Hard out here for a girl without a father
Learning life on my own
The struggle made me smarter
Made twenty this year
Living a hell of a life
to embrace
Sometimes I feel like the love I get's outweighed by the hate
I hid the tears, but I can't hide from the pain
I'm workin' twenty hour days, can't
don't get ya sketchers on my PRADA
Look, I feel like I live in jersey by the way my life full all this drama
Call me Hokage, cuz this my empire
Somebody
single like a stair
I can feel it in the air comin everywhere
Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
Red for the on the island M-I sicky
champion, better believe
Maybe the haters gonna make fun of you
All you can solve's the problem in front of you
High school's a four year social curse
But
shorty only want the money, she a clientele
Pull up to your crib with 5's, 10's, 20's
Putting lil boys in the cycle like some dirty laundry
Taking them
20 years old I see more than that I behold
And ain't got shit for these face pretty faces and straight bodies
That be them bitches actin all ignorant
great shit
Really, y'all should be honored by my lateness, I've been killin' shit for years
I ain't have nowhere to tape it, nine times out of ten, if
twenty years later
Even when it brought me nothing but pain
Thank God for the love of the game
Thank God
("No more music by the suckers")
They say love is a funny thing
But what's funny is the company that money brings
Every year my circle's getting
the real
Fifteen years in, we ain't talking appeals
If you got away with the same thing
My brudda got twenty-nine for, lucky you
Mandem fi know
When
different methods
For wasting my day
And I'm turning twenty-nine at the end of the year
Yeah, I wonder if they'll find me in the blood and the gear
I'm
finally break up with you
Seventeenth base
We're technically still friends
But it turns out early twenty-something year old me is just not very good
curiosity leads me to Zion
Wake the fuck up
So if you got em - Light em up
Warriors
Come out and play
In the year 20-07 AD
The working man got so
little cousins precious
All my big cousins special
It's been over twenty years
But granddad we won't forget you
Yeah we still thinking of you
Still
gon ride I'm not by ya Side
Asking bout me now dey like Who Am i
I am dat southwest nigga never Changed still don't talk alot
I am product of da good
Johnny lived with a grace and glitter
Kind of like the lives he lived on stage
Died in a barn in pain and bitter
Twenty-seven years of age
Why did
rocking the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch this strip, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feeling
Off that
your shell
I'll prolly rewrite this song in twenty years, and dedicate it to myself
I guess the gist of it is, that when you're big, you'll just miss
to anyside
Bullshit we are not letting slide
All my youngs go forever slide
All my youngs go forever ride
Bitch, I made a million of my plug deal
3 years
20 years ago
You set me a mission that I wish to complete
Right now I ask for your strength and your mercy Father
When it's ever looking bad I try
the suspect entered the
Victim's apartment and was suspected
By police to have
Killed over twenty bodyguards of the man
Who
Was also suspected to be a police
20k, I'm sure it's nil
I'm sure it's zero
Can't wait until I come back a hometown hero
We can all do it man this city is a cheat code
But we got to stop
(Yuh)
So I really hope they attention
Came a long way from me making REALigion
Plays round 20k since the day I can remember
Now I'm bout to make some K’s
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