Lyrics:
Huh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aw man) , yeah
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed
That mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Rollin' up Js and pourin' out
Cornel West know
I'm tryin my best though
And I don't know what all you went to
But look at everything we been through
Man, we got high together
Went
and Spirit Make the trinity
I'm a savage kid but all of Them knew my heart
Kinda Like Apostle Paul Coming out the dark
Hallelujah, all the homies By my side
I'm wit'a bad bitch
With a black glick and it's plastic (Glock)
See y'all niggas been talking mad shit
And till we catch u stretch u like u elastic
By
intact.
You see Jesus is dead forever take it from the grave brother he aint
never coming back.
So mellow out man, just go drink up or shoot up,
but look
imagine
Jason Keaton, I can only imagine
Life's about decisions man
It's in your hand and you got it
Just take control if you can
It's in your hand and you
hand
But they've made me out a villain they have stamped me with a brand
As we go marching on
I'm just another soldier from the shores of U
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
me tell you that's no real man
He's not supposed to run and leave
Just because things weren't right
He made a vow to you
By saying that he's down wit
give a damn bout how other folks
Treat you man
I just wanna let you know pimp,
You ain't missin' nothin' homeboy
Real Talk
[Chorus]
I know
And know the rules
Forever you and I and believe it was clear
If I ever should fall
I could count on you with no fear
Runnin' out of time I see who's
kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
What if this storm ends? And I don't see you
As you are now ever again
The perfect halo of gold hair and lightning
Sets you off against the planet's
friends sometimes say
But I believe I believe that a woman should be loved that way
But it hurts me so inside to see you treat me so unkind
Somebody
The days, the weeks
And the years rolled on by all the unending pavement
And beauty in the architecture of a two-bed that I can scarcely see
You
they walk down the street
Yeah.
He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He
you by forsakin ya
and now I see a reflection of you of my sun
'cause he the same complexion you the color of the sun
And now I'm done baby makin hatin
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
everything the block see
We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can move more-, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip-,
PapaBear I been a problem, Certified a living legend
Soon as you start doin numbers folk be tryna count ya blessings
First impression? Never second
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o-
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy i stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count
to see yourself become a villain
I went from the favorite, to the most hated
But would you rather be underpaid or overrated?
Moral victories is for
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
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