Lyrics:
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Those were dark days, had me feeling blue
Like that children's show, had to let it go
Those who did me wrong, if I was in my feelings, it'd be
the feeling though that I been missing some days
This feel like I'm headed to paradise one-way
This feel like the family dinners that we used to have
me day by day
I don’t really care what y’all got to say
I’mma keep on going my own way
There’s going to be problems if you in my face
So for your
nigga, I got D1 jeans
Six foot, 270, we run things
Niggas got motives, they see me and their reasons change
In every category, I'm the leadin' man
I mean
feeling like steppaz
On a rise in this ting so the roads really better respect us
Rep that block or I'll rep that block
I Don't care gotta my rep up
Man's
slow motion
I been in stu all day tryna build somethin
Started from the bottom with a real hunger
Where was you when I was up in the gym
Spittin gems
thought it was sweet
I got my foot in the door
They never gave me the key
I had to turn to a ki
Even when I was a boy, I was the man in the streets
I
Old man ran at the store, would leave a note on the door
It'd say ran to the house
Be back in a few
Leave your money on the counter
It was
get what you can when you can
Cause this is the way that the world turns now
For Twenty-first Century Man
When he stumbled in through the hospital door
feet don't get tired
Givin' up, what's that?
Life how you're runnin' in circles
Man what trap
We on the go as soon as a feet on the ground
Make contact
and its mapped out
I ran right out the house and slapped my shoes across the pavement
Got caught up in the mix man I ain't seen that place in ages
Father
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
revenge)
It's 'bout six in the mornin', by ten I'm probably gon' beat it again (beat it again)
Black truck and chauffeured today, tomorrow I'm probably
Dreamed Huxtables but settled for the Winslows
As days goes by realizing only Family Matters
Couldn't afford the apartment in the sky
Good Times kept us
twenty seven hours or more
In every working day
My hour to hour arrangements
Are a copmlicated squeeze
I do many things I have to do
In twos or even
five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute
I said I'm in the garden district rolling froot by the foot
I need to slow down or my dreams will turn to soot
I feel like MCFD when I'm ashing out
The police force needs to be reformed
How can one man be killed by 4 devils in a uniform
They had us on choke hold
Squeezed out our last breath
Seemed like
ads
Said, "take karate from Lee Hung Chow
Man, make your first appointment now
This course is guaranteed to make you bad"
Well, the next day I
in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,
to play
Reactions in the past I can say
Wasn't governed by a solid story, mate
Hold me down but don't hold me back
Woe to them if they kill a man
Sentenced
of the glock
So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be
I gat you waiting man dey find,
this your beauty no man fit define,
You’re my phenomenal, you my ride or die,
Make I sink down in your paradise,
Look
of y'all sharing bars
Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell (a two-man cell)
Something's in the water (something's in the water)
And if I gotta
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