Lyrics:
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
the game in the finals, kid
Some things are forever, some things are not
It's the things we remember that gave the world shock
They stay in a place in
gold mines
Set goals in my mind when the stars are aligned
I'm divine (straight, straight)
So understand we gon' see success, that's inevitable (whoa)
at you the same
My feelings real hurt, now who to blame
Deleting the pictures, not putting in frames
Somehow I feel like I'm taking the blame
Laugh at my
carry your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin' upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you
Days are getting rainy
Just like a drunk driver
Keeps a little river in your head
Let's go so we don’t get long
This is the battlestyle!
How you
quick
The drug dealer niggas, we flip 'em
Polo rugbies, flags on my hats, you love these
Knockout artists are one-piece
Fly in a foreign, all my money
Ay
My city's making moves and even when they visit
When we spit all of these critics they don't hear us
I couldn't make it clearer
Paint a picture in
a big dawg
Oouuu I'm not somebody you can tame
I don't like her picture
But I fell in love with her body frame
And this ain't no fiction
Nah certainly
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
hipgrave. oh, mac.
Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand
In fifth grade
And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott
And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called
happened..
Years later you like daaamnmn … who would’ve imagined!!
Said loved me but she didn’t love my lifestyle…
Karte` Carter what they call you, it’s who
own
Now I just stunt on my own
I'm in a race, and taking the winners place
No foot on the brakes
One the best, homie that's what they call me
It's
old teen spirit
I also like to write, and take pictures with my friends and all; you see
And that's what I call my identity
If you know me, then you
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
tags with the last can
A flash of the blue and white, so she sticks it in her waistband
Insisting its a case of wrong time wrong place, man
They're here
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
bass this place all up in your face
Picture me painting pretty pussy with a pen and pad
And picking a pair of provocative peaches to press to the pace
this, place all up in your face
Picture me painting pretty pussy with a pen and pad
And picking a pair of provocative peaches to press to the pace
Lets
Yo, BBK, hundred million sBTv
We're going in 2012 shit
To those who don't know me hello
You think you control me, no
I'm one of the best artists in
there's higher powers than me
It's A V
I fell asleep and spoke to MJ
And he told me to heal the world, make it a better place
Nuff red jackets in my
Steppin my game up
Switchin the lanes up
I get the bigger picture
It's time to frame up
They tried to keep me down
I had to change up
Look around
You'll see
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