Lyrics:
Yeah, I know what time it is.
[Daz]
You in love with me?!
[Girl]
Yeah baby, I'm in love with you.
[Daz]
Check it out, baby.
[Girl]
I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
the worry is over
I can weigh the doubt away (I was at my lowest point when God)
God reminded me, that he is still able
I know I can make it because
tell me what you is nigga
[Trae]
I'm a gangsta to the end, riding for the set
Black Chevrolet, with the paint still wet
J's on my toes, locs on my
and still be okay
I've got to keep going, can't stay on pause
I can live by myself and still be okay
You can't tell me I'm the loser
You don't know what it
whatsoever is in the Heavens and whatsoever is on the earth. Who is there that can intercede in His Presence except by His permission?
He Knows what will
Regime
Then fuck ya!
[Poppa L.Q.]
We the real street criminals
Regime generals
Mash for the most
And we sell it for the minimum
We Regime alliants
With
know who I am and don't know what I be on we too sick but you know I will not sneeze on
It's kinda ill but you know I got the remedy This ain't a diss
hearted
All around it my life won't change for the good
As soon as i walk out the door, i'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
Hey
mittens just to handle me
Most folk just like to cap and make it more than what it seems
But I want my life to be so good it's better than dreams
And most
them all for granted just the same
And we don't know why it is
But it will be, it will be, it will just be
And we'll keep on living the same old stupid
is what is not right
English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me
Lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk
Contempt,
will you kindly read what it was I brought thee
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice
he's
Used Pirelli's
Let me have a bottle
Make that two
Pardon me, ma'am, what's that awful stench? (Then again I could get some for Harry)
Are we
Or something?
I don't know it doesn't make any sense
None of this makes any sense to be honest with you
It's kind of fucked up not gonna lie
Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna
then put it in our schools as a light
Or since "Give me liberty or give me death", Patrick Henry said
Our country was founded on the Gospel of Jesus
I know it's gonna be all right
In the name of Jesus I have victory
In the name of Jesus it's already done for me
Come on and give Him praise right
you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery
I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames
In my search for fame will I change? I'm
we
Can buy posters and staples
I bet that kid Slug will bust flows
If you ask nice it's Friday night
Point me to the party wanna grab mics
Used to get
of highlights, if it was a book, it be a page-turner, shee
Grew up in the age of the dope boy
Don't be tryna kept me down, we don't go for it
Ain't gonna
a pimp make money like a mint
Gettin money is the only time life make sense
People like me, but people like spiders
And spiders eat flies and you
Know what
a mill so we can move to the hills
And she can quit her jobs, and I can have me some kids
For now I'm on my grind
This shit been taking some time
I do it
showed me the way
You came back to me when I was far away
For that I will always be so grateful
And from now on I wanna give my soul
(Pre-Chorus)
Jesus
debating on if I should still be waiting
But I can't love another girl, I'm not even playing
My heart has just been aching but it's not like I make it
It's
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