Lyrics:
the bottom and we didn't got
Nothing
A mama said son, we only got God
Family love and we got us
Don't trust nobody, you got love
Mama, we made it
It was just
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
Why it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how
She's got a bent belt by her side
She's got that donkey paralyzed
She's got a cold
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
and run before I can end quick
The way that I've waded through was tenacious
I wish that my elders saw how I faced it
And how I slain lame claim
It's been a long time coming.
God, Family, Business.
You know.
Uh.
To Heaven, there's a narrow path! But to Hell, there's a freeway.
cll in for
of the homework we got definitely robbed sleep
All of the knowledge we got but which stuff will I keep
Now I know I needed none of it in this side of the leap
out
Thank god for caveats and holes looped
Hands crossed that Murphy's Law broke too
I pray to god, I pray to god
About you
I think about it, I think
a saint but hail saint laurent
This ain’t just for front we
Do bird off drive by
I blow a bag swerve off a fly ride
Shit now I got this bitch
She should be
Unh, trap time, hood hut, K in the chimney
Fiendin' for the nightfall with the slim jimmy
Standin' by the corner
Shootin' dice, drinkin' Remy
Gas
bitches, go super hard
Maybach, layed back
Looking like a super star
Diamonds on my neck
Shining on em like a shooting star
30 in the clip it's got me
To be honest
Never ever thought God could use me this way
It's your boy LB Freeman D'Vine Beats
A.C.E MG 808 Music Africa
I grew up knowing about
by any means, nothing was safe
Not the trees all around them, it was money to make
Not the rocks in the mountains housing the great
Spirits still in
and the blistering frost.
Mark volman:
They're all going to go home.
Howard kaylan:
And get out of it as they can be.
Jimmy carl black:
And the same goes for me.
Oooo Ouu stunting with these Jimmy Choo’s
Oooo Ouu why I feel so ridiculed
Ride my wip just like it’s stolen yea
Might just go get my heart broken
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
Morrison, all of them ended by Hollywood
Thank God for Hollywood
Hollywood
You sure you want this, baby?
Hollywood, it's the most addictive drug in
in your past, no, it don't matter
You's a professional, not some old rapper
Got a code, gotta live by the soul chatter
Let it go, gotta grow
Don't
Pilot
Missing fathers, he never got his guidance
Got in the game
And never got to get his input when I decided
It's not surprising
Niggas not as nice
got lot more to work on inside
Light up my bad and let it ignite
God's got my soul and I know he'll provide
Deal with the real and do not push it aside
Let me talk to y'all real quick
Now I ain't got it all together
But I fasho ain't where I used to be
Feel me
Check it
I been through the fire
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
Always packing drug wrapping way I drop it in a bowl
Disappear like magic re appear whip it fast
Know the elder's gonna grab it
Nitty by side agitated she
It's like you got this shit re-upholstered or some shit
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?
(Yeezy
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