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Uh real niggas on their way
Thought you caught me slipping on my jack jones
Nah there's trill niggas on their way
I'll teach you how to play
the weather
Know it gets cold on them long nights
It's you I wanna hold on them long nights
We got separated by this long drive
Now I hit your phone to see if
then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones
He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones
And bring the little girl, who people knew
The devil he keep trying to fool me
But I know that there is a God
God showing love to His children
And He is not sparing the rod
We see the fake and façades
making him a modern day Castrato,
If such a rumor were true,
Michael Jackson more than likely would have some of his semen preserved
Before the surgery
jack
Tell that nigga go home tell that nigga goodbye
Spinning wit the gang all you see is fucking drive by's
Shordy on my line yeah she's feening for
to ring and I'm
'bout to get some motivational speech
Shout out my brother, Wayno
We off that C joint
Shout out my road manager, Brick Flair
Funny nigga
need some land too
A percent for my camp too
Max dollars is critical
Dividends and residuals
Its more like a billion
For my children’s children
of leaving that queue
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
Her husband, andre Previn absolutely heaven
Even Herman Levin (13)
Wants to hire him, too
takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!
La la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!
La la how the life
Keeping up with The Jones
This a chance of a lifetime
Yahset! Yah!
As a kid I didn't have a dad to teach me
My sperm donor was there but he couldn't
I let you stay here and drink up all the rest
Of that little money that we got saved
But I'm gonna stand by my children
Stand by 'em 'til the very"
spent it real quick
He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife
And basing cocaine made him lose his wife
Because he bought some
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
I step around it with strider steps
Pacifist nigga, suddenly turning activist
The story of your life
Got altered by the antagonist
Desensitized to all
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)
Ah, but he calls them every night and he tells them that
says to Molly girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes
Kevin,
the children began to tease him, and call him Gopher Boy.
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
soon a crowd
blood is blood
Only cap about me is im Capricorn
How you see the opps and wanna rap for him
Heard he talk like like a hoe and that's bad for him
Imma
though you see Him nowhere
His presence is there, so clear, you're blind not to believe it
Glory to God, He called all His sons out of Egypt
Sons
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