Lyrics:
game, my hand was rigged by you
Living in this fucking town has made me such a fool
Everyone's just so stuck up and rich and fat buffoons
You're going
to fool time
Laughter from afar, lifeline
Ready when you are, pull me back to dry land
Now I can feel the undertow
Day by day safe and sound, so don't let
pleasure in pain
For six, six, six
For six hundred
And sixty-six
I'll bear the Mark of Cain
Sweet ichor, sweet like wine
Life: a few scars away
Crimson
Jack sh (nah) two cent trick you need a fix
You got the Jones
Call that broad and pay to keep the lights on
The good life living like you was raised
to make things
Taking your bags and moving calmly here
I just want you being part of my life
That's what I like, wouldn't you like?
Those days have been
that you did in the Nazi Death camps
The people that you tortured and killed
You can live you life in expectant fear
Sure some day you'll be made
You are so beautiful, baby, you light up my life
I close my eyes and dream that you'll become my wife
Day in and day out it's you I pray about
Don't
of your life is goin' up, it ain't inflation
Incrimination, they got my picture at the station
Elimination, state to state we eatin' by this nation
Them
[Chorus: x2 Lyfe Jennings]
If a nigga die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my niggas ride for me
Or comin'
blessings, Imma Mount Up on the hill
No Jack and Jill
Yelling life's a thrill
So we go in for the kill
I remember when them times had got a little hard
Had
bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch and right now
I'm here checkin' in for
The mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by
Now, you
a jack-in-the-box,
One second I'm by the water, then I'm back on the block
VERSE 2:
It's a new dawn, heat flying, breddas keep iron,
In da street fighting, beefing
and the sunrise
Do it by yourself if you want it done right
I don't see me losing in any scenario
clways make it out alive like Indiana Jones
I don't need your
It was "Liberty or death."
What kind of hat is a three-cornered hat?
Did they all believe in liberty in those days?
Nobody who was anybody
in the spot
And ohh lord, party like it's the last day you got
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Roscoe]
Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie
Dungeon Family, from
presence with a thirst for blood
Pray for life swallow the mud
Hope to die drown in the flood
Stalked by angels
Guarded by demons!
Never ending ‘til we’re
life.
But tonight you're in some murky bar,
The music's too loud, and you don't feel like dancing.
Not a familiar face in the room,
Just that
Yeah
Seven, oh, seven
Yeah, Charlie Hustle
playa', playa'
What's wrong with these old niggas, man?
D-day, what's wrong with these niggas?
airports not the people
Life goes by, no time for rewinds
In the clouds, hoping for a sign
To see myself for one more time
Letting go gets easy if you try
No
Estate war
What you got an aggy face for?
We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw
Taking advantage of the days without rainpour
We
Michael Jack
Four by four bout 60 thous I stuffed inside my jeans
Baby girl just told me beat it like her name was Billie Jean
Man i swear had life figured
of da Playaz Ball
South Circle cnotha Day cnotha Balla that's the call
Crime Boss cll In The Game Playa Fly Movin' On
Mia X Unlady Like rippin'
tales
A rummage sail
I’d round up Miles Shaughnessy and my friend Jack Sticks
We’d laugh and say “In our day, we were a fearsome mix”
Jon Cutter’d play
way a book that changed his life and then he enterd in a gate wait did I just elevate
I’m down to coversate
let me come and renovate
in your heart
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