Lyrics:
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
no more
After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told
Okay, his new package had came in
Had the whole house stankin'
Traphouse doorbell ringin'
the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin'
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin' the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in
Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen
What these kings have in common? They had
and the points ain't score
You gon' live in this world confused ('fused, whoa)
Every day the hate restored and the faith get short
Fuck that, let me get some
White House Man
That goes for Cancer or the common cold
I am BOLD
Look death in the eyes
And repeat what I was told
By the stripes of the one
They
Together apart, married alone
It's hell on the heart lying in the dark
Trying not to let you hear the tears fall through the phone
This house is
Ordering Bloody Marys
Got a house on the prairie
Got a corpse in the basement
I see Hell out my window, Lord
This view is amazing
If I go back to jail,
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing,
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
when the night is done
We live our lives tonight as one
Mass of minerals in a glass house
Playing [?] blast out
Letting out verbal thunder bolts
Until
who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school
a liter for him
Born to take any soul
Relentless Henny flow, chops heads like guillotines
Smoke Philly's with my queen, I'm still in the machine
Dt's
date to use it will wallow in sin
Driven then to commit a world of crime
Captive their will and destroy their mind
They changed their lives
they gon' ride?
I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in quicksand
I'm tryin' Lord, I just can't get right
Paid my bills on Monday, even
his tracks and he said,
OLD MAN: Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live with me?
I got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place across D.C.-a.
I said,
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
me when the phone ringed
Elementary girls callin' the house
Desiree and Cheryl mama end hustled
What we talkin' about
I'm talkin' about the good old
In it's sweet embrace
And made me what I am today
Just an old sinner saved by grace
I'm just a sinner saved by grace
When I stood condemned
I'm still thinkin fuck that (fuck, that)
For money, niggas murder what they close to (get this nigga)
Entire families these mother fuckin' ghost you
really going away with a nice taste)
(Because of you all and God bless you for that)
(This is an old song called Casey's Last ride)
(Two, three, four)
outta that dirt pile, now I'm ballin'
And I don't need no church when I'm heaven-sent
Hope God put the loyalty in all my friends
'Cause Lord knows I
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