Lyrics:
Hell through (time) and the game in my speed
'Cause water down hip hop we do not need
Yes sir, I got the real recipe
A little bit of old e and bon bon
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
(jack monterey) for his (cheese)
You run up on me in my 745 Beamer
You catch 7 shots from my 45... eat em
In my lap is where the heat's kept
I ride
bitch I'm back from the dead
Man real shit I solemnly swear to never give up on myself again
Murders, snake shit, fake hoes shit just had me low for real
Now I lay me down to sleep
The soul of man resides in me
If I should die before I wake
I pray to source my soul to take
Demons haunt me through
the lies hide behind
In hindsight
The line we drawl so finite
Would you sell your soul for limelight
It's your birthright to do what you will
So what will
Size up the prize for the day
It's a coup d'etat for the strong and the brave
Fond of the songs and the honest behave
So gold from the soul that's
matter who you are
Iced honey, iced honey
Now me I've tried a million tricks
To make life cold and make it stick
Not running heat that flames then
My Papa told me to stay out of trouble:
"When you've found your man, make sure he's for real!".
I've learned that nothing really lasts forever
I
My papa told me to stay out of trouble
"When you've found your man make sure he's for real"
I've learned that nothing really lasts forever
I sleep
a sea of starlight
The cold quick winds of God
Blow through my soul
The fable of time no longer blinds
Without body judged only by mind
I long for
the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money, and look out for one another
[VERSE 2]
Thinkin back when I was chillin with K-Von, but now he's long gone
So I
Makes you feel real jubilation!
Fills you with an urge to fly
Now tell me will you let it go by
Get off your funk and soul and party!
Get off your funk
it's a impro
I put my foot on your soul like an insole
My worlds a blacked out window
You can't read me, I'm not a kindle
Candle, petrol, spit heat I'm
it ain't good for my soul But it's good for chasing dreams and me hitting on the hoes
Paper never folds more than 7 times no 7 figures what I want so
Out in LA you can see me
I don't got waves but you can see me crashing,
Smoking real good but it's a real bad habit
Out in LA niggas know I be taxing
to walk right by it
But since seventeen I learned to fire breath
Which had inspired me to rise like heat and burn it down
My sole secret
And it is all mine
yeah
That's why I live by faith, I live by faith
Cos I know my performance gon let me down
Let me down
I wrote this real music for the growing church
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain't a shell
they gotta eat
We got a lot of heat, just case them dollars cease
Been out for ballin', shot callin' I make that change
And I don't want the Range, chop
I see all the ghost in the hallway
Waiting for soul, for my soul take
I am afraid I´ll lose if I scream help
I am afraid I´ll lose if I let them
Bout hour or something
All my team, heavy hitters
Don't push us, turn us to killers
We hungry, starving for dinners
Real life, shit is in us
Grinding
team and a night mare to ya'll
So don't wake up if I sleep walk
Yeah uh, I need a dollar for every person who doubted me
To buy my soul back from
I don’t find any time for the lame shit
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, heat up
You two cold
I’m on a fire and it shows
We up
Two high for a simpleton
Higher
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