Lyrics:
Love is life and life is living
(Yeah, come on, I like it)
Ahh, yeah I like it
Yeah, I like it
But the check this muthafucka
That was, What's
there for you
Nothin' but love
Hit-boy on the boards
Your man, the maestro himself, Mr Jones
It's just natural like
That's what it gotta be
Shout
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something
guy, I'm trying to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy
and pissin' on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch
on his feet, ayy (ayy)
I'm lookin' at my son, and he grew a couple feet, ayy
Know I be with my boys and I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Backstreet)
They be
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped
guy, I'm trying to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
and pissin' on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch
You lying
You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying
I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina flying
My partners sick up kids, they take what they
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my
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