Lyrics:
inside he knew he fought for the wrong side
From battle to battle they fell at his feet
He kicked the allies out of Libya
But in Tobruk he was defeated
By
a barkin' but little a bite
There's nothin' gonna keep me from destiny
I'm bound to go down in history
As a crazy man
I've done it all wrong again and again
the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet
Oh yeah
this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
taken out the game
And to my brother Kevin Miller rest in peace fool
Verse 1
Tennessee another bugged
Out nigga stunts
Fuckin with me huh? you fuckin
With the wrong one
That fire spit from my K have
Your brains cooked well done
Now
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
let me show you me
Ooh
Ooh
Outro
Man, I done came up in that city tryna cut it the slack
I always dreamed I'd have it all so I could give it
I'm done
I'm done apologizing
I'm done being persecuted for my strength
You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am because you
I drag my feet through every day, but my heart is heavy
Too many people I stood by, I had to leave behind me
I opened up about my weaknesses and they
that ain't me
These elbows hit the scene back in eighty-three
I stay street, when it's done, that's that
You could find me in your hood pumping
Ain't do this overnight
State chase and pavements
Hard times done changed in
I can't be slaving now
Ain't do this overnight
I know you're
I know I ain't done enough
I left them with heat but I'm still cold so mo ti lo
Paint it green white green, I got the key that's kokoro
Three swords
had something to say but now it is done
(I had something to say)
See everytime I try to tell you
I change my mind, there's nothing wrong
My bones are
seen you guys on snap map
What are you talking about
Man I've done some stupid stuff before but if I could just take one thing back
If I could just take
to lose when you haven't done wrong
Drums too slow for a funeral beat
No strumming of strings and no stamping of feet
Of feet, of feet
It's awfully
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for
incarceration
Eh yo, liffy stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
[liffy stokes]
A nigga been hustlin' so long, god knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
A playa been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome,
eyes out, I ain't see shit
One nigga slidin' in a two seater, I'm clutchin' three sticks
Catch him and he done, he try to run, I hope his feet quick
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
Hey little girl, playing in the street
Baking as an apple, no shoes on your feet
I think I can remember you
You look a whole lot better off than you
at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
and fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by
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