Lyrics:
believe
it will be back in my hand by the end of the week.
And I believe what TV tells my eyes.
And I believe that pigs can fly.
And I believe that
light your face up like
The jack of all pumpkins
Little did you know I go by the name of Gxld
Hey, hi, nice to meet you
Now give me fucking dome
Sleazy
the kids on the black top
Never knowing that they're living in the back drop
Raised by hero's that are owned by the mascots
The futures dark so get a flame
a drill
I give back to rap, for these tracks I killed
Flash of light men in black can't remember shit
Can't understand my penmanship I script in code
20-20
Looking back at 23 like where'd those years go
Im a couple dollars short as the beer gut grows
The years blend more as the time goes by
And I wish I
Ok
Three, two, one, go
You should seen the way that they act
They run with the pack
I could've switched up back then
But look where i'm at now
in the street that I know, I
Only wanna hear one thing when I roll by
Good Morning, Good Morning, how we doing yall
Good Morning, yeah, Good Morning
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Catch me outside, like a motherfucking airport bag drop
Twenty in a matchbox, we gon' start a fire now
Still just warming up while my competition is
late
(I can't keep chasing you)
(I'm taking my life back)
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
I don't think she understands the sacrifices that
life's scary things
I'll miss dancing by the kitchen sink and kissing you goodnight
I'm not all right
At least I have the light
Leave your consolations
Let's just say
You can believe in me, my dear
Saying good morning is always so frustrating
But she gotta hold, hold back her tears
'Cuz her bed is still
call me Playboy
Gold by the block, lavish on lock, haters in shock and Sexy in Stock
V8s double D's and some 300 blackout man I always got the best toy
to waste
Rough around the edges
She caught me by surprise
Handed me a tape
With a light in her eyes
She….
She made me a mixed tape
It was stuck in my radio
I'm leaving
I'm leaving
Cus twenty years flew by
Prozac probably won't cure my mind
Nineteen never was too kind
Tryna go back rearrange my life
But you
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically
This was necessary i think
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they
sipping on drank, good quality (drank)
And we pour this shit up by the quantity (pour up)
How did I get me a pharmacy? (How did he?)
Wockhardt, Hi-Tech,
fought back
And saw that he was whipped less
Often without money or connections
He escaped to the North at the age of
Twenty he became a leading
This the tempo to my lullaby
Where Im left here with no tears to cry
Only flashing lights thats passing by
What a fast mind for my last minutes
Im
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know know
Jada
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