Lyrics:
likes look like she needs a REAL 1 in her life cuz she well overdue who trying to make some love in here tonight i am aint really trying to fuss & fight
shoes
Ain't got nothing to prove
I choose love and music as weapons that I will use
To put up a fight and
Spread the light
Things to live, things to die
to my stomach
It hurt me real bad we was supposed to run up a hundred
Know that shit felt like a dream cause I ain't seen it coming
In a few months,
problem, cause and solution. Free your mind. It's like, we all think that the gospel is join and church building, and that's deception, you know. The real
forever
I ain't saying nothing
Then I'm going low key
I done tried to be on
For like nine years
Always tryna show up
Like I'm right here
I guess I gotta
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
tryna come around
And people start change like the seasons let them fade
I ain’t tripping they ain’t nothing to me now
And things just ain’t the same
nothing to show
(Nothing to show)
(Nothing to show)
I've nothing to hold
Oh, baby, crying
All those simple things that won't come again
Oh do I have
nothing to show
(Nothing to show)
(Nothing to show)
I've nothing to hold
Oh, baby, crying
All those simple things that won't come again
Oh do I have
nothing to show
(Nothing to show)
(Nothing to show)
I've nothing to hold
Oh, baby, crying
All those simple things that won't come again
Oh do I have
the last four years was by me
And like that feeling it weren't gone away
And her mum even took us on a holiday
And I ain't gotta ease in shit
Couple
by your rules (Yuh)
Stay on my grind, I don't got time to snooze
I'm getting green like my first name be Bruce
I've been knocked down but I ain't gonna
we rocking the crowd,
Get gwop by the thou', wow
Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that,
where I'm from for real
Ain't nothing to add another kill, babe
I done showed you ten times how to count a million
Fancy cars, retract the ceiling
to follow paths that ain’t even clear
Column locked up can’t even steer
Nothing but triple beams here
Friends doing time by the threes yeah
Scholars turned
ain't goan' cross us
I've been locked on to the music hustle
Imma' eat this shit up like a pop-tart
Nothing set in stone you already know
I be
found the antidote, but it wasn't a cure
I'm living in a daze, that many won't share
I'm me and I ain't perfect, ain't nothing else there
Some things
Ain't expecting things well
I done seen to many change
Telling me you'll show me better than go do the same thing
Kicking shit like karate
Big stepper got
on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want nigga keep your peace
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full
Scattered in thoughts
Do she love me, love me not
Said I treat her like a princess
And I think I hit the spot
But one thing I know for certain
Is
We fucking it ain't there for nothing
You don't really want me hunting
I'll be somewhere in your grass
Like a nigga cutting it Ayee
Walk in the jeweler
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash
ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
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