Lyrics:
boys broke as a joke
That really ain't no funny joke to me
You got a couple million in the bank but that's still broke to me
Faith will make you look
Psalms one hundred and thirty nine
I look around what competition be beating my flesh in submission
Cause I gotta kill it
But that don't mean enemies
I'ma hit 'em with another, and another and another
Till I get to where I wanna be in life
When you looking at the price that you paying for all the time
laced by the sick slang singer
Fold time and space like a big bang bringer
Young jedis you will avoid a lot unnecessary complications
As soon as you
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
that disrespect you will never help
Just think about your future health
cnd your future wealth
When they look at your criminal record who gonna settle
Lifestyle by Rasheeda
Chorus(x2)
I'm checkin out yo lifestyle
O you a trojan
I know you hopin
That you get chosen
I like em frozen
Icy with tha
and blow some trees You rollin' with a G, baby
Welcome to the madness, slept on couches, fuck a mattress
Comin' from the dirt, now I'm surrounded by
get things off his chest when
He hits the gym
Whether it's under barbell or getting understood by bartenders
His heart
Is covered in contusions
Cardiac
hustlers play
(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for
lock in and I tweak out
All I see is some clones
They modelin' after me now
Tried to throw them a bone and they
Bit the hand that will feed y'all
Back,
people are present and looks get exchanged
Thats when my blood runs cold and my thoughts turn deranged
I can tell I can tell by how my knuckles turn white
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
Bring me up, then bring me down
Ringing in my ears til I hit the ground
Cheers to the years that I fooled around
Never steered clear of the jewels
the type that will be down,
You're that freaky deeky like it kinky like that,
What you want what you need insist I hi it from the back sayin,
"Aye papi
of shit you build from nothin' no it ain’t for none to take
For as long as I'll be living pray the lord will keep me sane
I gotta go by actions they don’t
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
getting Hot out and Y'all Need to keep cool, before u be Food
This what they've been waiting For Me to save em all
Drop some shit that make em Take a pause
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
out working on my quest.
And I know some things have changed
So I’m living with regret,
I Ain’t been happy in a long time, and that’s a safe bet
My eyes
Should be fucking arrested
You cannot beat me don't try try try try
Hit you like like Backstreet Boys
It's bye bye bye bye
Is that a bird? I am fly fly fly
tryina get them a meal
Climb that hill like jack and jill
But when I need to climb a nigga still keep it real
Fuck they way you other nigga feel
I'ma put
The same way
That i walked into it
Lonely as a leaf
That falls
Before winter hits
Lonely I shall live
I'm not fit
To ever be intimate
But it's better to have
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