Lyrics:
Remind you of a place and time when Fillmore was Fillmore
Life will never ever be the same we was for real poor
We gonna be ok one day somehow someway my
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)
A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillya
Take
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
in my feces
Summer vacation, one trip, three bricks
Baby mama say I'm impatient, my sons need shit
When you pull up at the front, all you see is
house to house
Or field to field
When I was a child in the palace of my father!
For all fields shall be consumed with fire
Annihilation!
Woe unto them
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
'm coming to your house
I want to fuck your day and life up
Fuck your day and life
Fucking
Fuck your day and life up
Cause thought was fact
I thought you
front, said he was abused by dignity
CHORUS #3:
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand, steps goin' down into tatoo
Land
I met the sons of darkness
you feel like one/
you're depressed/ nothing can help it it's a mess/
like a song/ of heartbreak you long to be back in that saddle/
rididing to victory
that ass and then croak these bitches panic
I'm up in your house, I'm here (Under ya covas)
When you hit (Under ya covas)
You gon' die (Under ya covas)
that ass and then croak these bitches panic
I'm up in your house, I'm here (Under ya covas)
When you hit (Under ya covas)
You gon' die (Under ya covas)
kissed her
Face all puffy like a blister
Cryin' like he missed her
Since we moved away from the house
Where we used to play
They say I'll understand on day
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
Now I wear it, it doesn't mean shit to me, cause look
Back in the day I could tell I was fresh from whether I got roasted or not
Now the only way
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
dignity
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns
the father I wouldn't make it through the day
A blessing in disguise
Testament to your faith
There were some days when I tried to throw that shit away
Fresh
'll understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
or without it
I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded
I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it
A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it
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