Lyrics:
Godly hands
To tell me I'm A O.K.
Tryna stay away from drama
Need my momma to make a plate
Of that shepherds pie
To get me by
I'm feeling so featherweight
straight to jail tryna run the routes that I ran
My nigga tote the type of chopper you would get from Iran
I cook up so much dope, nigga, that I locked up my
some give me the spliff
a pipe full
chocolate, gotta get raided
take a hit, shake a bit, I'm stimulated
don't be afraid, take a toke and choke until you
world that will give men a chance to work,
That will give you the future and old age and security.
By the promise of these things, brutes have risen
and brighter thangs
Steady trying to come out the storm
From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain
Running away from the police
Nigga fuck peace, its all
and brighter thangs
Steady trying to come out the storm
From hurricanes, to heaven and lighter rain
Running away from the police
Nigga fuck peace, its all
some hurtful things
And I cannot control my rage when
It comes on the scene
It be like hey I'm here to play
What you say to me?
Don't you back away know
that you been living lately
I been in that same position, I know things are getting crazy
Living in the dark looking for an exit daily baby
Let me give
blowing his steam from out them things
That resemble a stove top kettle. Hot metal on schedule
I bust but your but macla rasto seco
Like the chamber make
It's been debated would you chase a check or get a ring?
You'd rather have him give you head than give you everything
I wanna do right by my woman and by
If it's the last thing I do
If it's the last thing I do
Every time we re-up
We got a little closer
But never got as far as we supposed to
Never got
This ones for the fallin' who don't get to live
For the legacy you built that you couldn't give
All the drive to survive, couldn't make it out alive
Best now take your seat
Broke into the game
But don't own a key
I live every word
Every rhyme that you heard
Comes from a mind that is hurt
And I think
I don't like space just
Give me a small room
I don't want a mansion
Just a bed and a view
Live out of a backpack
Back to my roots
That's why I don't
like our lives
Flashing by, I saw you think
""There's got to be a point
Where arcs collide, and they converge
Into a straight line
Which no distance
sell, just to keep us well
Back when if you sold a gram, they put you in a cell
But he gave that life away and tried his best to show me how to live
the greatest times ever
Now I’m addicted to this life, I’ll never let it go
Damn, but I been running from some things
Thought if I run away, I’ll probably come
outspoken
Leaving by the day, many miles away a young lad from the gutters looking for a way
And I'm not talking bout the east end or the highway
I'm talking
and I'll tell you what's the go man
Live and direct broadcasting from the motherland
Just bob ya head live ya life and say fuck yeah
Let's say fuck yeah all
started being with him
As I was leaving you breathing heavy from eating your clit
Didn't mean to get graphic but there's a reason I did
I just couldn't live
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just let me get next to you
Am I insane or do I really see
Far From Home
Right!
I'm back in the booth, it's been a little minute
But you know in this time I've been gone
I been living, seeing some things
and play with me and dance today
You are just my play thing no don't run away
You wont live anyway
So none of it matters
Just come back
And play with me
faking,
And now I’m taking vacations,
In other lands away from the mother land,
Fly first class on my flights,
Not for business but other plans.
You’ve got
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