Lyrics:
really mean the world to me
Thank you for the love and sticking with me through this odyssey
With every single song even when the cadence ornery 
Thank
his advice and now I'm makin' major duckets
If it wasn't for him I'd still be processing McNuggets
So when life makes you feel like you should've stayed
Still got my nike boots
Still got my nike boots
It's the return of the ambassador heard you bammas sassing
Now I'm laughing cause I'm passing ya
Yeah
folks with the musical heats
I said OK so what you got in mind?
Cuz I'm an old
Schooler like the Land Before Time
Ain't no body about that primitive sxxx
you let me go?
(Cause I'm real fair)
But you're playing with my love,
(Then why you still here?) There's nowhere left to go.
We did we fell so far
head, all you got 'em scared
All by myself, Koop shout in my bed
Sell a bitch that swole, we cook this in stoves
Paul pass me a swisher and blow out
on one knee
I'm havin' a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm comin' to you, honey
From boy to man, it's still make a whore moan like a thyroid gland
I'm in
nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
Mama
I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to
With no cussin' and shit
I tried
But I still gotta do this
Yo, jingle jingle
We Had I Still Got To Shout Out Wiley.
He Built A Scene.
Amongst Us Black Young Boys He Built A Dream,
Like Mega-Man Did With So Solid.
To That Crew
still
Hop in the lincoln with buck wheel screens fall down sayin "what's the deal"
Coming soon is "Runnin The Game" so y'all can see how I'm runnin
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
Tec-9s with silver clips, my ?set's style? is still legit
Ain't nothin changed
You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather strange
Armageaddon, the end
stick by you
All the real ones, all the real ones gon' stick by you
All the real ones, they stuck with you, they gon' stick by you
All the fake ones, they
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
baby, that I still your number one
'Cause Sean-da-Paul him a the man fi get it done (let's go)
I call my, girl (hey)
'Cause I got a problem (what?)
conceptualize human beings
My auntie is a man now
I think I'm old enough to understand now
Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards
Motorola
no Paul Wight
Gotta put your trust in Jesus, gone be all right, all right
It felt like we had pure luck like Martin Short as Eugene
Taught by
pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch cause half cocked glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
dead, aye
Hide in your room, your lil sister gon catch this red eye
And you know that your girlfriend still be on my line, aye
Said I'm deep-fried but her
it in my eyes
I ain't playin' wit 'em homie
Yeah I'm strapped when I ride
You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia
like Bob D
I can pick you up in for the presidential car
No content, I ain't content, no, not at all
Like glue, Sean Paul, yuh see it
She shoot di
album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle
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