Lyrics:
you live by the knife then
You die by the knife
That's how you get fucked up!
You better always think twice how
You're livin your life cause
That's how
(Straight up)
Most of the times I let my ego decide
And I might live with regret, but it gets better with time
Not afraid of new love
I live in fear of old
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
let it go
Spark up a blunt and smoke
You better blow that shit out, man
Yeah, yeah
If I could fly (if I could fly, yeah)
I would probably never
yellow flags just waiting for the penalties
And i ain't got a goal to live to seventy
And I ain't playing safe and living steadily
Walking day by day
my n****s,
To live is a luxury no man could afford,
Recorded the vocals,
and settled the score,
Open your ears like pores,
When the heat touches
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
You better dead those tears, uh, they say the end is near
And I doubt that they were talking about this can of beer
Get on the purple motorcycle
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he
, black man)
Never not workin', never, never not
(Never not) get to the money, black man
A melinated king tryna live
Out this American Dream
But it's
wanna be your man
I wanna be your man, wanna be your man
Better not pass me by 'cause if you do
You'll lose a good thing, oh, baby
'Cause what I have
cribs than dem man
Dem man ask man now for a ten pound
But it ain't that when dem man beg man
What you know about that fam
Man left the pack by
Her skin like kinder, I love the melanin
In this rap game you a rookie, I'm a veteran
Focused on myself, trying to be a better man
Trying to be
on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for
I take it day by day, day by day
Really Hope no goofy niggas don't come my way
Finger Inching
Like teacher in class how Ima dismiss em
Life they say
of the righteous them a move right out of babylon
Clean up your heart, live and try to make a better one
Got to keep your focus don't go mix up with no wicked man
We
bout that hundred
By any means better get your money, I said
By any means better get yours
What kind of man let another man tell him how to feed his fam
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
man
To see some better change
And no I never said
That I know everything
But I know everything
About my selfish ways
I'll learn not to complain
But I
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Be better
Do better
Think better
You’ve never been half the man I thought you were...
On first impression
Or second, third...
Be better at it
I’m not
the game
Take it by storm now they see the flame
Way up we go we don't live the same
Way up we go and we takin' names
Way up we shot and we took the game
tell my biography
Taking over the industry
These motherfuckers
Don’t live by the analogy
Put your money
Where your mouth is fam
Or live in silence
Raised
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