Lyrics:
Brodie, had told me[00:56.08]He fucked up and fell in love with a whore[00:58.49]Felt like it was last week[00:59.80]When brodie was out with that
WITH SOME PROBLEMS
AND OVERWHELMED BY THE MF WORLD ALL AROUND EM
HE SAID
WHAT'S THE POINT OF GIVING EVERYTHING
ALL I GOT IS THE GRIEF
AND THE BURDEN
Just say I'mma do it
Do that shit then move on to the next until the climate ruined
Love this shit until the day I die
Don't ask if I'm into it
If I meet
always seems to go
Home's a million miles away from where I stand,
As I, walk the surface with my head in my hands
The man on the moon, he lives next door
Lorem Ipsum, uh
He best watch his mouth 'fore they stick em, uh
She said to pull up come and get some, uh
Finna eat shawty up like some dim sum
Ooh, Yeah
pain
Another mother cry
Kids are young never spoke they name
We done seen it time and time again
Life apply pressure from this flesh we're in
Nigga's
safe for your teeth
Pacifier make a nigga straight gummy it
He bit the dust now we have to give his mummy him
Next year all my niggas bringing money in
dont know how to grind
I rent the studio by the hour now I'm keeping track of time
Got my name in vvs Dolo I ain't even sign
I know it's not for
Grab my hand. Get away.
There's a rumble in the jungle.
It's not a rumour but the truth.
Not enough to pretend to be.
The King among kings he has
brothers always got if i got it don't you hesitate
Gotta thank the Lord he reason that i found a way
Moving in my purpose you can see my light from miles
forgiveness told her to repent (praise Jesus)
Otter gang thats my crew gotta represent (Yeah)
He was sad I killed his bro sorry I lament(Damn)
Bitch I got too
or success?
Fuck it, wish me luck
By the time I'm gone
I just pray I leave my mark
When my time comes
I'ma get up out the dark
I ain't mean to crash
I just
Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come
But gained knowledge
Learned to move smarter
Next time I'm in profit
Growth doesn't come by mistake
You got to want it
Really talk is cheap
I got
all getting lifted kicking round love songs
If you think about it all the time, and you can't it off your mind,
And you'll hit it before you hit
the finals for the title, Michael next to Pippen
Your success is driven by nepotism
I'm the best that's spittin' and still I've been met with skepticism
information
Girl I miss the conversations
Nowadays we don't really conversate none
Tell me Is he really better than me
Next superman to come Sweep you off
who looked as though she'd just strayed from the fold
I said you must come home with me and shelter from the cold
She said all right. I'll stay
kind
Thumbin' through a 100 racks just to kill time
They got a nigga at the edge but I feel fine
But it come with this shit, I'm okay with it
If your
they get no instrumentals now
Next time you spittin' on mine
Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes, what it is?
What it is
What it is
no sense of direction
Tension is building in a white heart pub
By the time we drove by the floor's covered in blood
Man next to me said oh, fucking
to do
and what they want me to do is come through
and have a little fun
John Reuben a little bit lanky
a little six-foot-one
havin' a good time everytime
Or at the green house wit my hair combed out
A nigga come trillin' we gon' turn the lights out
Just to leave the next nigga something to think about
I'm tired
history over here trust me
And when we come around you
Bow down word to wc
I plan to make dough make money my
Hustle so hard I can be O
Call me filthy rich
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