Lyrics:
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
offered a bid
For possession of heroin and got locked in the bin
Shit
The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's
And horror stories that'll live
like us, damn
Poor Isis, that's his mama name
Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had
never got no ends
You know you ain't right, things just ain't the same
When you're with Mary Jane, is she the one to blame?
Love with you
broke these bottles with my addictions
I had been drunk on sin admitted
Now, Holy Spirit got me intoxicated
Fire fire, I burn I die
No longer live, but
coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.
and leave
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow Jane, fly on by
Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.
to the heart ion really think they hearing me
Plan it do it stack it that's the motto I know you feeling me
Ain't no lessons to it get it done from here by any
baby rollie rollie fuck a wristwatch
Back up
No cure for my
Back up
Addiction
Ain't no Megan but she twerk it like a stallion
I've been thinking we can
live, like that off-camera
I ain't no image rapper, I'ma go and get it rapper
The kids come first, if they ain't right, well, forget the rappin
Spend
no parents to my first trip to prison
To having money and then succumbing to addiction
But now this hits little brother just crept up in my kitchen
)
Mama, you ain't raise no saint (No, no)
Need to take it day by day (Yeah)
Gotta cope with all the pain (Let's go, yeah)
I could never ever say goodbye
counting up millions
I think I found my addiction
And I ain't scared to Admit it
Wouldn't even care if they with me no
Know you alive but you feel dead
24 Kobe, I ain't ate in days
Feelin' like O's, I'm just tryna catch a plate
My granny live by the Lord, so why she pass away?
And Dorse you
the Stuy, the Stuy live in me
Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack
Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap
Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back
So I
to ever be saved
'I'm Dead and buried
I'm dead and buried oh yeah
There ain't no hope left for me in this world no
I'm dead already
Can never live in
and wonders if his life will always be wack
he falls low from the blow he's been hit with he thought this addictions a myth he ain't no bitch tho he knows
Money - that's right he got That for me
On the phone video chat - Teasing -
Kittykat wet - screenshot This
What's next - no worries Know you got this
Money - that's right he got That for me
On the phone video chat - Teasing -
Kittykat wet - screenshot This
What's next - no worries Know you got this
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
life slowly fading, truth be told I gave no fucks about it got off my knees and went right back slidin
A hypocrite standing in the church
I always pushed
the system
And rip my niggas lord knows that i miss em
Ay kickin shit lu kang
To unique no this ain't a plain Jane
Slap 5th we gone blow out the brain
Can't
no satisfaction
Gollum-like, my precious I chase
This addiction, infectious, keeps me in a dark place
If the outside-in means more than what's within
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