Lyrics:
do
Your thing man
Jail ain't for nobody man it's Meek Milli
I'm in the building, Bad K studio man
Flamerz all day y'all want some more?
I say, hold
just on up the road."
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe."
When Joe and his rig roared
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
- I could’ve died in my truancy
Wouldn’t be euphoria, if that’s what
You’d want to see-
(The lie you’ll expect me to be)
I want to love life again
"Jamaica
Pack up your shit" Damn!
The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica
And I have become damn
Do I dare use the "F" word in jail but really
Have become like
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
just on up the road."
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe."
When Joe and his rig roared
climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck
where i think my personal
Philosophy of life started
With that moment in my mind
I have always believed and thought since then
That my motion had to be
children's cheeks. I would want to sing to her. Every song I've ever produced in my life. I would show her how I even made it as a recording artist in
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
you're life)
Every year everybody be waitin' on me to do this (I know)
It's crazy how Karen Civil robbed Joyner Lucas (Karen)
Funny thing about it is we
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark
Tear
like it's carnival in Rio
Life's too short, I need a V.O
Yo, we live, we die, we give, we try, we kiss, we fight
Also we can have a good time
I
hate I have to fight a case cause
A fake nigga fightin' for his life again
He get prescribed Vicodin and get a
Metal plate in his jaw so
He get the nod
your money, bust out your wife
Make you dance to my beat all your life
Cause when I get in my stuff and I start to rhyme
The sucker MC's hide every
to both sides of that
Because at different times in my lifehmmm how
Do I say this? You know
I didn't ever have a disciplinarian in my
Creative life
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Back in my zone holmes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, naw, it's the twilight
It's the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chickenhead that I
need that, my love
Next and Next Lives
We found each other in this life
I know that
We will meet again in the next and next ones
Like we did in
Cause his whole career he been
Known for havin' terrible lines
In every category I'm better
I do it more Cass'
And my delivery probably sicker than
admired.
Instead of waiting, I'd be on the go,
So you'd rush home from work, in a cheerful flow.
I just want to be right by your side,
Have a piece of cake
_ "Every Little Thing")
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