Lyrics:
many trials
So many trials
He turns into blessings
Consider me blessed
Uh
Got put through a test
Uh
And came out like gold
Only by the grace of God
Still a country nigga
So no shoes in my abode
Aye here I go, where he go
Here I go, there he goes
I said it's not too many ways
Roll it for me, I can't
find me
Lurking looking peeking
Out the window
Watching this evil world pass me by
Save yourself
For the Devils on his way
So you Pray
So you Pray
But
out of the park
Where we at
This album will become platinum
So much cheese
And then it will go on diamond
Pretty please
Rolley rolley rolley Rolex
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold back on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did he say
my hourly usage, you'd understand why I am the way that I am
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still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
whine
Dem dey twerk, dem dey shake their bum bum
Fore, Fore by Fore eh
Fore by Fore eh eh eh
They want an album so we give them a loud one
Forelines don
slammin' albums
BDP rocks consistently
From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby
Here's a hint: the public pays me
So
sit funny
So many handouts, so much back bending
So much entitlement my family be acting in
So many white diamonds, yeah, I got jungle fever
But
Hey, you know so many ways to be wicked
But you don't know one little thing about love.
But you don't know one little thing about love.
Hey why do
almighty but Carrey me please
I've been sitting inside of university just selling these CD's
I've made so many bad moves
This album's less of a risk
I'd
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
it real I had so many chances to get
To get me a deal but I pass up the lay ups
I can't be sellin my soul out to nobody
Sooner than later I'll prolly
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
alwas had a path that is a different one!
You can find it through my verses right from the start!
I've got a soul with many bruises and so many scars!
But
just keep going
Yeah I got way too many feels
Way too many feels
You came through so low-key
You came through so low-key
I get along with your
at him and kicked his ass all the way back to Michigan
But no matter how many rounds or if I get knocked down
In a bout and fell to the ground
I got
home
Making my way home
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga
Too many, many
And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't grindin' till you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through
And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't grindin' till you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through
Fart 1, Fart 2, Fart 3
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This is where the work transcends
Every
so many ways to go
so many ways to go
so many ways to go
so many ways to go
so many ways to go
so many ways to go
so many ways to go
so many ways
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
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