Lyrics:
the world in my hand
Tell them niggas calm down, I'm the boss now
More of a mastermind than a Ross album
Learned you gotta pay the price to get the cost out
know why I was slacking
Whoo!
But why does everybody want me to live according to them?
I just like chilling at home, I work in the studio, now I'm
wanna go out, can you tell me where the spot is)
Well we're partying all night, and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna get live
that's getting Digits
Spitting all this game
Took her back to the crib
To the bed, to the counter
Then I show her how I live
Shark ass niggas in a pool
ourself from earning a slave wage
Don't you think we all want to live out our days like Rick Ross balling out on $500 steaks?
Think about it
cook or clean
I'm all by myself she wanna live with me
I keep to myself you don't wanna live with me
Shawty think she Ross but I'm in Italy
I feel like
get live, can you tell me where the spot is)
Come on and take me to that place
Where there ain't nothing but happy, happy, happy, happy
Happy
wanna go out, can you tell me where the spot is)
Well we're partying all night, and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna get live
Sometimes I wonder, does that make me Wonder Woman? Yo
I hit the pen and then you know I'm to something Yuh
A little Logic with a little bit
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
gonna keep you alive, you live through
Universal - love and respect go out to Guru
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was
gonna keep you alive, you live through, universal
Love and respect go out to Guru
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
sheets
It could happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter
how we live
Here we are
The final track before the album
Who'd a thought that the basis would be the outcome
Strive be like pop
Pullin bars outta
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
'Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit
get live, can you tell me where the spot is)
Come on and take me to that place
Where there ain't nothing but happy, happy, happy, happy
Happy
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
They living a lie
Trying to provide
We living to die
Smoking dubai
Try to get by
Live by the eye
This life makes no fucking sense bitch
Paradox for
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Bopping this
Hopping on this dick, woah
I'm like Bob Ross as a mob boss, I'll paint a picture with blood
Album Mode
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
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