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clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else.
My ol' man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by
he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like
and dough and piss off somewhere else.
My 'ol man was a dust person until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove
Life's too short, so we gotta turn up
Man talk on my ting for the 'Gram, it's intrusive
I never really thought 'bout taking a life
'Til I found out my
that's named Karen
I'm feeling good man not caring
What they saying bout me
I been aligning my chakras
And preserving my qi
Plus i been burning some
to spare
But for now I say hey this is good enough
Relax, there’s not a story to tell
I spent the last three days in a run-down motel
My life in my hands
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another- deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun,
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
that mean I spend hella bands
Have you ever got your suit
Tailor'd by the man
Have you ever got your suit
Flown in by the man
You don't get that kind
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
honor
I promise
We are not the same
I was a man of respect
Before you knew my name
I was losing sleep
They thought it was a hobby
Whole time
Knew it's
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus' hang loose, blood
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama? My mama no
a story tonight
Please take my mind off the cold
For now, forget I am old
Tell me a story tonight
Tell me a story of love
Make me forget the war I was in
And yes y'all, yes y'all
This is, a different type of dedication
To my man Marcus from Kansas City
But I'm just tellin' ya straight on up
Don't
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
I'm on
On My Way
Alright!
Old man come sit beside me
Tell ya story listen what I say
I found a light it shines inside of me
Inside my heart I found my
by the street stories get double crossed
hands off I run with the torch
[Method Man]
They got me fed up from the head up
put up or shut up
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
block know you
The whole block been knew this story but they ain't told you"
His mom says to him, "I hope you know your pap was a good man
But he just
they imagined
Like after the show we got roofed on the Reeperbahn
Woke up in a video cabin
I was rolling my eyes at the ritual lies
Ok, maybe half
crazy, man!
I'm sitting up one day
Going through Instagram
And I've seen the same
Bitch that's following me
And my man French Montana video
Then I see
good, she never through with me
My dawg dropped out of school and caught a first-degree
She play her part with her man but rehearse with me
She gon'
He'd go on to see a thousand things
We'll paint that number eight on the driver's side
That's how old I was when I gave Jesus my life
I stepped
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