Lyrics:
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
Military drop hoess
On a parachute
Sitting in the crib
Where new bitch gonn sugar
She dancing by the bullets
Trapapap mullaz
Everything i been through
Put in
the Royal family
Or in the RBH military
Or employed by RBH
Is not under any circumstances Allowed to have
Black nail polish
Nor the letters RBH
Tattooed
these bottles still bring in the fun
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even
instrumental solo in the song
Two little..
Growing up, I was surrounded by the sounds
Of all the mothers mourning their loss to heaven from this land
Like Hank,
wake up early go to work to get paid
And after work i have more work thats arranged
I'm makin albums
I have got no time to play
covered head to toe in
all bought my new album
I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
Everybody in Jersey bought it
Everybody in uptown bought it
Eveerybody in
the dawn
And it's a long road out of Eden
Music blastin' from an SUV
On a bright and sunny day
Rollin' down the Interstate
In the good old USA
Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer
No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings
Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
blown through the roof
I got around four or more albums planned now that I don't have you
I'm sorry for the things I did I didn't wanna live by myself
I'm
inadequate
Yeah it's cool if you zone out
Live in the moment put your phone down
Turn the music up instead
Bounce to the beat of your own drum
Don't worry bout
damn hands up
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the money
I
From the album the hurdy gurdy man
In Tangier down a windy street
Where beggars meet and on old rags do sleep
The women dressed in soiled white
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Johnny lived with a grace and glitter
Kind of like the lives he lived on stage
Died in a barn in pain and bitter
Twenty-seven years of age
Why did
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
you can't see
I know you want it back,but it can't be
I'm afraid the darkness now has me
Just try to live on and be happy
Ba-by I will see you
I'm ok with the rain
But in truth I'd much prefer to play on the swings
With the kids
I take a walk to the beach
That's exactly how I like to live
Keep
you see
I could never be without her in my live!
Music Grooves is the One for me you see
I could never be without her in my live!
Rockin music music
This is a prologue of a plate coming your way
All I wanna do is keep on writing more songs
All I see currently are more wrongs
One day I'll stand in
blasted twice
why'all niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts
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