Lyrics:
can go on and on
For some hours in this bitch
I got her so wet it’s like a shower in this bitch
I ain’t James St Patrick I got power in this bitch
You
Back up you ain't getting saved
That game you play
Better play it safe
I pack a wood like Patrick's Day
Hit like batter's cage
My whole life one big
of your range
You niggas is weird, you niggas is strange
But imma stay up and go hard like I'm James
And you gon' be old making minimum wage
I count all my
it all by myself
Never had my hand out
This nigga never needed help
Diamonds dancing Michael Jackson
I've been trapping no relaxing
Trapping 'til we in
the little niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight him
But Carlo, main nigga James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and left niggaz laying flat
All of us
I hear all the time
About it all
Why they talk?
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want
Don't even know what they want
All
we stay strong?
Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love
[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes
pushes ima push it back
Got all these emotions that I hide
What do you know about that
I play the part of all compassion
But that could change quick
Don't
I ball like I play for the Mavericks
And I’m cut from a whole different fabric
Young nigga a star so I’m feel like patrick
Yeen gone play wit lil
aware of them forces
I think I’m about to give away a pair these Jordans
I’m covered by eagles cant fly with you seagulls
I copped me a Benz but pulled up
phase me
Love to Live my Life
Broke or Rich Life amazing
Wanda Woman save me
Baby you amazing
Amazing
Make me feel like James Bond
Swag all denim
committed
I'm grateful for my girl, I can focus on my future
I'm loyal to her, I ain't focused on the
Big booty chicks, naw I ain't callin them bitches
All
tricky just temporary love
Chickens pullin' on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
Tattoos cover everything except the dark frames
Canceling all
seeking out
So, I don't need a co-sign to get this
All the things you done
I done did that
I could rap about money and cars and getting high
But, why?
all sound like phonies they ain't my jabronies
They ain't earning shit but rock chains like they trophies
"I'm gonna take a second to talk to you about
change and we're all still hoping
That you'll shut your mouth
But like Guantanamo Bay they're both open
You're from the windy city
Where you're looking
competition
Yo where they at
Cus I don't see no competition
Say that you on top
No it's time to change positions
Call me James Bond
Know I'm always
a nigga'd be platinum
Y’all priorities are fucked up
Put energy in wrong shit
Hennessy and Crown Vic
My memory been gone since
Don’t ask about no politician
yours
I'm really goin' home to five stories and bright walls
Todd James paintings
He say he got my one-of-one's waiting
While y'all thinkin' James
Yeah
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
One better
Shoutouts to all the local Graff writers. Your moms... The Mario Brothers.
Ben Browder. Richard Dean Anderson. James Spader, he was the bomb in Supernova, yo.
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah... yeah..
Yo, yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Talk about it, if you live it, if not, don't even spit it
Fuck your niggaz
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