Lyrics:
And hopefully they will see
How much they really be discouraging a little old sinner like me
And Lord who they think they jiving by singing these songs full
[Chorus]
I'm blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick
wrote it about you
Yeah it always seems to come back to you
I don't have to tell you
You've heard it all by now
I'm just one single voice in a choir
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
Chicago, this is Common
I'm in the place with my man, Sergio
This is how the words'll go
This is how we rockin' in the circle, universal though
Lá-laiá
work out
And we'll all make our goal, yeah
But I think a man is wise to only count upon
What his own two hands can hold, yeah
If by some chance your
wrote this song for you, baby, just for you
It's the way that you look so beautiful in white
And I swear I'd look amazing with you by my side
If I would
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
would sit and listen to him
Somewhere underneath the stars
If Hemingway had a guitar
If Hemingway had a guitar
Man that last song that he wrote
Would
The man that wrote half of this song
Is staring right back at you
If I could write a song with you
I'd try to leave me out
The part I sing is cut you see
Well they heard some sounds in the songs we wrote
Welcome back by paying you note for note
Been a long time playin' that rock and roll
Not a thing's
hard to sleep
I wrote a little song about it
In she came with the same type game
The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame
Big thangs, so big
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
six feet deep got em, sneak disses
I know you wrote you some
Ignorant sentences
Just don't let em too close to the song
I'm hungry for more, moving
on the symphony
Who shit motherfucker god damn!
I keep it hype, bitch I'm the man!
When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
This is a old record
The children use to sing this in church
It's an old church song listen
You ain't fucking with me
You stupid mothafuckaz
If you
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
'Cause the gangsta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is
people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
I never thought that a song I wrote in a minivan
Would ever have the impact I'm reading inside these letters man
Dear Kells I heard yo story
wrote me
A song i said uh, "I went to Detroit
To make my move i'm on track
Now I'm back, and I'm new and improved"
That's how I came back from Detroit
You
new and improved.
I remember I wrote me a song.
I said uh, "I went to Detroit to make my move.
I'm on track, now I'm back, and I'm new
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