Lyrics:
beyond safe I'm going a long
Way me and the music Bond James spontaneous orange flames erupt from my mouth and you wonder how I
Got a hot taste here's
(Yeah)
You wanna hate me? Good, great, terrific (Good)
You'll never see the day where my anger's dismissed
You better go and change your wishlist 'cause I
back make it hurt yeah
Do it do it baby go to work yeah
Good way to get up on my nerves yeah
Throw it on me fast make it hurt yeah
You get chosen by
on my neck but I'm wealthier than you niggas think,
I turned mud to gold by mixing hustle with my faith,
When you speak on me, let ‘em know a nigga up,
Omg I love this shit so much
So much
You know what I'm saying
Ooo ooo ooh
Aye
I've been tryna focus but I can't seem to get my head out the clouds
I sport a brim
And when my girls
Go to the mall
Around the world
And keep the change
The finest things
We still remain so oh
[Chili]
You
dates, yeah
Raised by the internet, final stage, yeah
We could do anything by that age, yo
Niggas thought they was too good for Myspace, yo
Had
to
You'll only see me on TV or maybe YouTube
By now I know your momma is probably dating some new dude
So how you liking Earth? Are you loving your
it's going down in the pages
And by the houses of the nosy neighbors
Noisy complaints about how we did it major
Held dice to the right moment
and hurt you
The pain is on your face
It's a shame to see
All that good lovin', just go to waste
So don't waste it, don't waste it
Don't waste it,
Treat me right
I'll treat you good
Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man
"Can he come out? Can he come out and slam a jam?
"I'm his number one
Only The Good Die Young
Written By Billy Joel
Come out Virginia, don't let 'em wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Aw but sooner
I’m tryna make it for my people me, myself, and I
So all the people eating good
I don’t need CRAP from you
Excuse my Language
I know I can hurt myself
supply
They say My sadness is unqualified
And I really can't let you ever come by
Cause then I won't ever say goodbye
God My head hurts thinking how life
Waiting on yo ass got my arm sore
Gave you all I got now you want more
Still holding on to shit from the past know ya hands hurt
Still riding for
approach me like you gone win
Then gone sit up in my face and eat with me sit in my den
This shit crazy how these niggas lurking
And my little brother so
a little faster
It hurt to say that you ain't with me and you in a new chapter
Good soul, chill, you can see the peace in him
Him and Keyo in the back room,
the money good
I swear, I swear, I swear (I swear)
Got a nigga on parole so you stick to that type
First minute y'all fight you put them laws in his life
wreakin' of the odour
Steeze on me every day, drippin' off the shoulder
Chip up on my shoulder, eat it like a snack
Baby you so fine, got me fiendin' coming
you're hurt
I know you're sad
But it won't take you down
Can't take you out
I know The pain is far too much
But it can't take you down
Can't take you out
really shouldn't sweat it
A hurt baby mother bound to do some crazy shyt
Like turn a democracy to a dictatorship
It's funny how these good men get treated
have so much confidence
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by
ya physician
For over dosage, you lost ya focus, realize what you get?
A little bit of good shit and a lot of bullshit now you wounded
So you got
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
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