Lyrics:
he fought back his fears
Fighting for his life
And in his darkest hours
Her love would bring him a light
He would read her letters
He would pray
Load that shit up, cuz no talking
We be ready for it hey
Look
Bring on that war, we be ready for it, yeah
We be ready for it
Bring on that war, we
that same pack
Like, "Since you was short, bring every thing back"
Tone like, "Nigga, you tryna play me like a jack"
Lil Tez like, "Play by the rules
to back down
Gave him the money he promised Monday he would meet me
Friday got the call that would defeat me completely
Fayaz had died of a drug over dose
and control in every home and shithole
Is a false narrative of over population and resource scarcity so they bring the austerity
Leaders are groomed
homes , from one piece of survival.
i grew up in a hospital, watching my brother die.
i grew up in a hotel room ,
watching my mother bring home left over
on Sunday the most
She sits alone on that same old pew again
His tenor voice still echoes now and then
It brings back all those memories
Of him there
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
strong sleep walking through the song
Bitches acting crazy they want us to take them home
DJ on my line like I got him on the phone
He lookin like fame
He arrives home. He fumbles in his
Pockets for his keys but there is no
Need. Andrea is waiting to greet him
With open arms.
Hello love. You
up the pace
Better keep all of your shoes on the lace
You can die by the blade or bring family disgrace
With all of these 忍者s that talk out they mouth
get active
Like Jet Li, I'm tryna stay balanced like ah
Music is a myth and every song I make is
Getting easier to stray
From the message that I bring
Sent him to war without warning him
The images he’d store from then on would now torture him
Brought his hyper awareness back to the rear
A soldier who
don't need no zipper
And I cut the beat word to Chris Paul I don't need no Clippers
Hop back on it with a 9 flow
Young god bakin beats thats swine ho
Yo,
swear she find new man like she Paul
Only Rolling by myself get in my bag you see I'm mad like fuck em all
If I see them it's they last ima crash let em
you for you
Tells you what to wear and how behave
Comes in your home and treats you like his slave
Don't need him if he makes you sacrifice your
dive in deep
They want me take them home
I make him give me dome
Right before I put it in the ass hole grab a phone
Bitch I'm a
Troll troll troll
Troll
steady, as he chased a henny shot with more henny
Couple hours gone by
He boutta serve his last customer
Couldn't recognize him, said fuck it let's stack
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him
know just what I do or say.
Sittin' home at midnight thinkin' 'bout Marie.
Go to the I 'phone Carol-Lee .
I say "Come by , baby, just as fast as you
ivy-covered burial ground?
"When I was a boy, they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave, the land of the free
I'm full of zeal Kill the pride so I don't fall
If I do, then remember Paul Walk by faith and stand tall
In season and out too If you lukewarm, then he
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