Lyrics:
need therapy, I got so big
Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
Homie gotta sit for a while
or it's bars around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is
one code that we live by don't die
Somebody tell a black man if you ain't doing too much you ain't doing enough
You just worth like two hundred bucks
Waving as I go by
Rising on up
On my wings so fine
Say we got a ticket
To the stars we shine
Lucky number coming up
Every day is for me
Lucky is my name
forget where I hid it
I get these black out spells
And I don't remember much
But I'm always at the police station
Every time that I wake up
They're
spoke it into existence
Now I’m claiming mine
Just a ribbon in the sky
Black boy joy
Use my talent to get by
I’on need a coy
If this the fruits of my
I might just dick her
You should've known I don't fight my nigga, but it's too late do better with your life my nigga
Now you know how to fly my
ain't no time for no rest
I got a girl with the booty she knows how to use it she making it twerk
Fly with no wings ain't no nigga gonn' do no patrol I'm
the raven said to Poe and only told him "Nevermore"
If from your dome you never go then any more you'll never know
See how some other guys live they lives,
fake anyway
I Rock Levis and Harley shirts
I could give a fuck how much your watch is worth
I Rock Levis and Harley shirts
I could give a fuck how much
lackey
Join the Iron Phalanx in entertaining these latecomers while I prepare a reception worthy of their audacity!
The SORCERER: By your command, o'
them bow's for the rocks
Look I came up from that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
when your seedless bladder and I'm dressing all black
There ain't too many real ones cause they all passed
If heaven has a ghetto I bet you they swear
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
both kids got 302'd
Was waiting for my mom up in his room
Had this feeling in my gut like the world was doomed
A black poster with a red S hung over his
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
your own spare key
When you need to spread your wings
When I get too much to handle
Miss you so much I can't stand you
How did I manage to push you away
of an eagle
Glide along with the wind
No matter how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
Fly with wings of an eagle
Glide along with the wind
No matter
to people
Comparing yourself to
Someone in the past that has done so much
And in your life you’re not even
Allowed to think that you
Can do as much that’s
think we should be careful of)
(How much time we spend together)
For a while while I'm speaking
You know how much you hate to be interrupted
Maybe
lie damn I miss you
Try to keep my eyes dry
I can't help but ask why
You was chosen by God
Got yo wings so you can fly
You my angel, seeing life from
nailed, bet it's on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon' deny the opportunity to unify
of them for protection (who?)
The Blacks or the Mexicans? (Yes)
Uh, I mean, I guess
I'll go Blacks, right? Blacks
Okay
I just don't know much about
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