Lyrics:
you to travel with me
Oh, come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he reached the age of maturity, he
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
he'll be gone next week
Niggas ain't wanting no beef
You or your yo mans
I got them big bandz poking out of my pants
Back then they ain't give me a chance
and from you hear me after
You know me and you have seen Him
Phillip said to Him Lord show us the father
He's the way
The truth and the life
No man
big mood on repeat, packs get flipped, I’m loading all week
All of this money is nuttin to me
Flashbacks to days getting dussed by the Ds
Play your
I've been there done that by the grace of God
I made a strong comeback now I gotta say
God made a way he never left me on the straight away
I was never
Just survive another week (yea yea)
Another week (yea yea)
Another week (yea yea)
If you need some bread then tap me
Gang hit you with a brick
We don't
he's been drinking like a fish
Man, I never been a bitch, the dream was getting rich
But they still sleeping on me peep the level up
My music got
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
since he was nine years old
Can't support 'cause it's trendy, a tweet won't make the weeks better
Bertha's spirit is in me, Man I'm stronger than ever
Won't help you make no money but I bet they'll help you spend it, ha
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn't believe what he said to me, huh
wake
I pray to God my soul to take
I pray the Lord if He can save
My reckless soul dies day by day
I wonder how I live this way
Now I lay down to sleep,
it’s time to run.
He’s exhausted, he roams the streets alone,
He’s exhausted nobody hears his groans,
He’s exhausted, he lost it all again, he’s
it’s time to run.
He’s exhausted, he roams the streets alone,
He’s exhausted nobody hears his groans,
He’s exhausted, he lost it all again, he’s
and the whistles scaled back
Like an isolated track
And he feels trapped when he's not inebriated
Fair to say he's fairly sedated most days of the week
He might
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when
shot me down I'll still stand
I'm running through this shit forest I can
Y'all don't see the vision look through my lens
Ya gon hear bout me in your
yeah I got it cheap
Another load coming in by the week
Slammin' doors when we hop out the Jeep
Leave you flooded like my fucking AP
The Glock 17 it got
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
second cause I'm yo bitch favorite
Touching all up on me she like ouu I love yo fragrance
Yeah, dog her shit when I'm in missionary
Bitches tripping tell
alright
We gon' be alright
We gon' be alright (hello)
We gon' be alright do you hear me
Do you feel me? We gon' be alright (P)
We gon' be alright (hello)
put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (uh-uh)
He-man, ski mask,
put you out (I got 'em, get 'em)
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (uh-uh)
He-man, ski mask,
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