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tek her to a jelwery store
An tell her choose a ring
A she first scope me out
So mi did haffi zoom her in
I swear if mi fi stop fuck her
Mi na go loose

overseas wit the crowd wide open
It's the New Testament Heaven
Sent so bow down kiss the ring of the Lord
Man our time is now

Everything is real in this

Outsiders, the carrion crows
Fallen women on the left hand road
For their charms, come the Valkyrie Band
To cut out the pizzles and to take the hands

clippin' coupons think you're so cool
Just take the roof off
Used to sleep on the futon
Rings, got a few on
Got gold like a leprechaun
My girl got a leopard

co-signed the movement
If I die too soon then
Thank God for the day metro booming
Ray Charles "Hit The Road Jack", we zooming
Uh uh on the tour bus, like G5

the same guy from
The sandbox, fuck first night
Then I leave her
I'm with the same guys with the same Glock
Bullets ring out like a beeper
If I'm lying, I'm

vanish it
This is pattern shit
Niggas know me for sliding round on the
Main road with the baddest bitch
Or letting the yola call out in my pot
And then hit

Every morning, 4 AM
You rolled out of bed into his clothes
Hop on his bike, no goodbye
Just hit the road
While the world was dreaming
Saving every

Yeah, nigga, Cuban links, pink fur, big rings
Haters don't like me, bullets won't slight me
I'ma fill in the fuckin' melody later, tomorrow, I think

off, burn that fabric (bap)
.9mm's in a four bells
I got brick shots, I got tour sales (yeah)
Tape that road up, pray I don't see her ring doorbell

with the world outside
But we know what's wrong or right
Can't let darkness dim our light
I'm by your side, just hold on tight

We on, we on this road

Not enough room to pass
Not enough mile markers
To make me not mind
There’s just not enough road
Not enough gas

You know the ride’s a little rough
But

Tiny things, diamond rings, all I think is get me off this road
Keep your drink, sky is pink, I was meant to want this but I don’t

Maybe when it’s

BE TRUE TO YOURSELF
Stand up start the revolution
Ring out the mission bell
Rise up no more disillusion
It's time to make a stand
A little faith is

Bron with the four rings
Everything I do is a sure thing
I'm a keep the champagne pouring
Staples Center on the floor seats
Don't worry about the price

get caught up in the hype, we gon' spray it on sight (boom, boom)

And these niggas ain't gang, don't belong here
I've been on the roads every month,

like there's a belt buckle involved
MC's like me: running the road
MC's like P: come and they go
MC's like me: style upon style
MC's like P: couple

got the watch and gotta get the ring
(Facts) i'm still flyin' through Harlam
You think the whip had wings (Woo)
And everybody got the throne until
They

just let the phone ring
When I’m getting pape’
Young money, we got four Nickis
Popping out with Dracs
When we road tripping
Only time we stopping in some

I've seen this world and I know it's a kingdom made for kings who need us
I know that the road to sin begins
looking for the short cut
I see

get me thinkin' 'bout a diamond ring
The one my mama meets, my little meant to be
I wanna make her fall, say some things I never said
The only

everybody knows
Like long nights and sunrise will always mean memories
New Years and champagne will mean one too many
Like dirt roads and dust

You

the pressure's buildin'

Up Black Mountain and back off the road
Shielded lanterns, their steps were so discreet
But I spied them
Twelve-gauge buckshot and smoke

time my line rings I'm just praying is this Steve muhfucker I'ma kill him
But then I went away they locked me up for four summers
Sixteen seasons but