Lyrics:
Pointed at your edges
Baby you're so fucking vile
You can burn the witches
But the curses stick around
You crucify us all
And we keep rising from the ground
see you tomorrow? Only time will tell
If you're near the blast site, salvage the fragments of shell
We'll make it through this mess - some way somehow
know I'm from New York, Brooklyn, that's the bro
We're not your gang, gang squad, just like I oughta
Started at the bottom, I was broke, so I had
Ehh make you Bend down select
Slim and thick
Like formatic
Girl you sweet
You're romantic
Can I be your bad guy
Can I play with your toys
Girlie make
She got ushered to my room
I had the lady KeKe-ing
Doing business over email I'm who they're CC-ing
Double checking that's there's money signs
All up in
'head and give it up
Like the jig is up
You didn't give a fuck
When you fucked it up
I was shit out of luck
Now you're shit out of luck
'Cause she's so
my head
Couldn't even say goodbye
I was almost relieved
Felt a weight come off me
Can't tell if you're sorry
It's so conflicting
I kept it all in, held
today, I won't forget
All my mistakes, but you're my only regret
I kinda knew that you would break my heart
It's nothing new, at least I make it art
Take
Hey, how have you been and then you’re ready to hurt me
But I’m fine now
Really I’m fine now
Twenty years ago, if you ask me about my dream
I
drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing
It always me
Nobody is near
I whish I where here
Felling the loneliest
You’re a liar
I’m always tired
But I will fight
I won’t let you take all to me
we rollin' Pray you're not
With the wrong faction
Thick lil peach tryna get a peek at you
She wants matching cars
Who's roofs are playin' peek-a-boo
fucking with these bitches and they do it for free
I'm just doing this shit for money man they're here for free
I'm just tryna stack the same paper same
set you up
Verse 1
fuck ambitions, I've been counting the sheet
niggas angry cause I came with their bitch
prepping niggas they're too scared of this
my dome
But thank GOD that HE sits on the throne
You're never alone
Like MJ
Just pray
To Jehova J
And i ain't talking about jigga
Even though when it
there was never a freak saught after
Once he Mastered of all his chapters
That's when all the headons we're goners
Like I said light Spells was casted
hit with bout like seven
Swingin' through they block, knock two niggas down like 9-11
Said you miss ya dawg, bitch, you're gonna meet em up in heaven
Like You do
That's the only place
I wanna stay
Your presence
Is in the air
And I'm here
I hear Your voice
'Cause You're near
You said don't worry
Don't
down on me)
Glad that you came (wee bee) shout out my name (nlcc)
You're somebody in the party I would know oh oh oh
N&VI wooh oh oh oh
Din din din din
when you're flying higher than a squirrel
With a nightingale in a different world
Constantly tasting the same thing, leaving a bad taste
Reminiscing
some lawyer money in case I get sentenced
And some money for the re up for when I get out of prison
And some money for the commissary to help with how
Another fight I wish I knew why you all got angry this time
Do you really blame me for all that I do?
You're making my second choice sound a lot
We're on the a way to something great
Dot Dot Dot
Dot Dot Dot
Switching sides like side we on court
Either side bitch I'm bound to score
Made some
care if you're hungry gotta pay me first
Don't try me, you know me, I'll slap a bitch
I'm sorry but for money I go stupid
I made your bitch dance to my
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