Lyrics:
I need a "v" as in victim, which is just what I am
An "e" for education 'cause I just don't understand
How could I give you the best I got
And it
shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack
muthafuckers Don't mix
Like music to drive by and way to funky
So these nigga's get ate quick
of y'all niggas was better off silent
Killin' yourself, this ain't even Love Island
Trust fund money, can't buy (poof)
He left the critics behind him
the streets I don't play by no rules
These niggas is fraud, they think snitching is cool
Catch a opp lackin', back out the tool
My niggas on the blocks, do not
I cry?
Will you ride?
Dry my eyes?
You a vibe
open thighs
homicide
In my eyes
You will find
Sacrifice
Know that I'm
By your side
Till we die
She is
a hundred words
Now it seems as if we live in two different worlds
Baby it's cool, you can go now
But don't lie to the next guy and say I broke your heart,
THE PAINTINGS FROM THE AIR BRUSHED BY THE HAND OF GOD
THE MOUNTAINS AND CANYONS REACH FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA
AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK HOME TO THE ONE HE MADE
splash)
I'm on that strong (what's that, what's that?)
Muscle six pack (ugh, strong)
They want my spot and don't deserve it, can't forget that
Who you
the mission that's given to me
By the powers that be, man, there is a G-O-D?
You were in the wilderness
Looking for your own purpose
And you became
We're independent
No new friends without a question
It's like a meadow of unspoken sins like
Who's to live by?
Once a homie now you can give a
Fuck if he
cream
First I woke up with yo' ho head by my dick
He the type of nigga who gon' kill you 'bout his bitch
Lift my wrist up that bitch feelin' like
Opposite of the competition
We start a fucking riot, don't try me
I strike like lightning or Tyson
Do drive-bys ridin' on bikes, man
I swear that murder
Flipped it on 'em, I swanton bombed
And she say that she saw me on prime time
Stock going up draft combine
I don't wanna hear about the bullshit
I could
tight, keep spitting tight
I feel sick tonight
Ring the bell, throw in the towel; I ain't fit to fight
I'm in Hell; I don't know how I can hit this height
(Living here in my black old limousine)
I'm rolling home (he's rolling home)
My time has come (his time has come)
I'm on my way, don't let me down
In
on this night
Is looking right through me
And I'm letting myself down
By satisfying you
And I wish that you could see
I have my troubles, too.
know too much to die, to die
With a final say you have today
To mingle on, don't fly away
This is all they say to you
You know, it's true, give birth
on the +pallow+
[Buddy Slim]
So let me just collect the props by the bag
Front on my stats I'm gettin found like your hooker's snatch
[Breezly Brewin]
(Yo it's
born to run
Nobody's gonna make me do things their way
By the time you figure it out it's yesterday
Well it comes to he who waits I'm told
But
the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home
Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy
He says "Sleep through it"
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours
What a gut
[Chorus]
The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate
No time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done
And it don't matter when you come
me at night)
I see the full moon risin,
Metamorphisisin' to somethin' you despisin', symbolisin'
Thug niggas want to ride, nigga real lives is do
And people to make
And money to blow
Heyy Mr. Solitaire
I ain't no Frigidaire
Don't play the martyr
Like the rest of those clowns
Get off your
up
While your posted in position by the speaker
Yu could be out on the floor with Tamika tryin' to freak her
Peter better go grap Janet
And don
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