Lyrics:
off tins with a shotgun by the door
There's no more rich folks cause now everybody's poor
There's no more credit, you're only worth what you bring
You
no wigs
“Mr. & Mrs. Smith”
But that’s a dream
She ain’t really on my team
She’s in love
With the idea of me
White like a dove
& she knows my money
Uh
She been taking all my time away
I ain't even mine, no more, I'm a slave
It started when she called me by another name
Tried to put the cuffs,
Dodgin' evil blessings, Caressin' on my Smith and Wesson
Keeping God first, but daily I see trouble starters
Dealin' with merciless cut-throats and double
Smith and Wessun
Like Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word
Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word Smith be
So dope you
always keep it real
A lot of people fake you can tell just by the feel
Listen to your gut cause it do more than take a meal
Make a move take yo turn
man
Ain't no pale skinned blonde haired Middle Easterns the renaissance was geekin
Cleopatra ain't really African she a Greek bitch
Mansa Munsa had more
Hook
Nigga,I Grind...
And I Hustle...
I'm just up on my Business Now
Don't want No Trouble...
If you Got Some Trouble
Then I got more Trouble..
I
No not swamp thing
More like gators in this bitch
Candy paint dodging lames
Love cK's
Born in the belly of the beast,
That's manhattan
The flyest
sight
Trouble don't you come to me tonight
Keep on goin' keep moving on
Keep my nose pressed to the grind. Got no more use for cryin'
So get gone, keep
Smith against the warriors
I get more likes on my pictures than views for my video
And I be spitting if I'm whack, I get it
I ain't tripping
But I gotta
When you have troubles don't cry
Just remember that God is standing by
Thank you, Lord
When you have heartaches
Don't cry, no, no, no, no, no
Don't
Ain't no telling yeah
Pull up with a Smith and Wesson, yeah
In my section, yeah
Buddhist yeah, ima blessing yeah
Ain't no telling
Ain't no telling
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues
St. Louis blues, they were all the news
No more (No more)
If you see me today you for know Say I dey on my level
So you can do me a favor
By doing me favor
Changing levels
Dem man a hating
old love
Yeah I've always some trouble moving on and again
Cause I don't wanna be less than more than friends
No I don't
I don't wanna be less than more
at all, Mister lager
On that note, perhaps you'll hear my plea
I decree
That I don't look for trouble, it always finds me
Anywhere, anyplace I go. Woah
No
I stuck by the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, my love I
could have loved you more than me
And if I was them, I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest
And any nigga that's lookin' for trouble
Gotsta face these silver double four's
That I be packin' on my hip hollow tips inside the clip
Ready to rip
Geoffrey
Not Prince or Will Smith, but I know I'm the freshest
I'm on the grind like I'm Tony (hawk)
I got my mind on my money (the gwalla)
No apple, but
but the result instead
And when we're given grace by Him
We should want to obey
It's not a license to sin
Me don't want fi sin no more
Me don't want
And doing right to keep themselves up out of trouble
Keep'n it real
Although sometimes I know it seems impossible
There ain't no need in drowning in your
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