Lyrics:
niggas get chopped on like cutting boards
My heart cold, so I don't love a bride
I wife my chips, and yeah that's by bitch
Cause I love to ball
I come
Go where the high stakes be
My money talk is far from a fable
I could really double or nothing whenever I'm able
Raised by a black woman that's God
In sickness and health yeah
My solemn vow is that
I'll always be your wife
On the 23rd day of summer
The angels joined as the two became one
As our
rewind back
4 years
That's 12 bitches and a gallon of tears
Subtract one unfair arrest
But add 3 deep secrets back on my chest
Place 2 young black men
It's
aint gone have it either
Cause we gone tear it up
That’s what they sayin’
And you all gotta understand that,
I-I don’t see why they don’t understand
out that window like it's bulimia
Uh
This pain make grown men throw tears down
This plan I'm hoping been in motion for some years now
This my most open
even if it feels like you're in the dark, you're still a star
Halfway through I haven't taken an oxygen break
That's because inside my chest I got 2
girl
Like the church do the music
Childlike not childish
Too many grown men
Walk around with them switched
If they tear your soul
Then Jesus the stitch
it to my mother. She read it in silence.
I asked her, "What did it say?" She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and she said that I was "too
on the play....yeah
Ion owe naan but God...yuh
(If) yeen wit it u in my way...yuh
Sitting in the car by the Kroger...yeah
Thinking bout a game change over..,yeah
Had
I makes green backs of mean tracks
it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars
and green stack 2 storeys high
I wouldn't want to die
each other for witches and shoes.
Shit, it ain't nothin' to lose, we get a drop in twos,
Mo's fools do nothin' and I takes my turn,
And passin' it out
planning my great escape
Load up my EPS and peruse my record crate
The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyone me
So what is reality, I don't know
points the gun aim n shoot society
So much Dignity rejoice in heaven sing my melody
Cruz control set my radar 17 dead
True tears shed signals great
The moon is stained with midnight tears of fortune
Tainted pastures, scarecrows point to no one
My favorite cigarette plays its funeral song
One two three four
All the robots on the floor
Music thumpin' crowd is jumpin'
Fuck these beats are p-p-pumpin'
I'm Cortana making traction
Fusing
The sun is setting on my life
I find it hard to keep track of the time
Just counting down the hours
'Til it's time to say goodbye
And holding your
home
He's got mouths to feed
Two yellow labs waiting patiently
He rocks the steady roar of the train tracks
212 west bound and never looked back and
She
always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid
Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow
Under my belt plenty live
Twenty five in the front row
Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin
Rumble
ya blind, thugs of my kind
Will dismantle your mind and shatter your damn spine It's a...
Chorus
Verse 2: Lil' Fame
(Time flies) Slugs fly,
Let me see the sky
Bring me knowledge (x2)
I leave this factory full of snakes
Ruled by the sickness of men
Contagious through blood and obsession
We
the men
The start to a end, a foe from a friend
Who next of kin when I bust this iron across yo' chin, nigga?
Let me extend payments due on your
clears
And police and protestors go home
Just as the morning dew are tear drops of the night
My emotions are always there for you
And will never leave you
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