Lyrics:
to heal while you've been by yourself with your soul barred.
Hope It's true it's been too long
My pain is too great and I have nowhere to belong.
My
this?
This shit is aight for your first shit
But you don't know if it's your worst shit
You don't think finding out would be worth it?
It might be, it
love beef
You love streets, you love runnin', duckin' police
You love your hood, might even love it to death
But what love got to do with it when you
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
run you around
Since I was young I grew
Up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta
In the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be
emission
If you ain't knockin like me to the underground bar, buryin a toast
Dodgin the raid like roach, nigga please
Unh! I make it give up the ghost
Stay
Silent love is calling faith
To shatter me through your hallways
Into echoes you can feel
And rehearse the way you heal
Make them dance,
to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old,
blowin' green, throwin' B's
Livin' like life is supposed to be
And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal
from timid
Only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase, "Sky's The Limit"
Motherfucker, see you chumps on top
Sky is the limit
from timid
Only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase, "Sky's The Limit"
Motherfucker, see you chumps on top
Sky is the limit
of you
I know it burns for a better day but when you fight fire with fire you know what they say
I want to help fuel it in a way that makes you believe
the dollars in
Drop the top, it was botherin'
Now go let your mother in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is sovereign
Got a house full of bricks, you
don't waste it
This life is what you make it
This life is short, don't waste it
This life is what you make it
Don't call it jiggy
Call it danceable
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
are more followers
Than there are leaders
PW: yeah I agree…You know what
The funny thing is that
We’ve never done it on a Kanye West album
It might be
it's democratic, it's still socialist
The only things we need are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
But hey, at least Colonel Sanders isn't
a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A.
it be to take him on?
Show him he can't control you anymore
His control is the reason I'm undead
Without it I'm just a corpse without life
I wanted
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
phone is answered
What? Hey Angelo this is the exterminator
You called for your
Rat problem my account's looking
A little thin
Close-up of what the phone
up if what you wish
She got what she deserved, that ain't make up for what he did
Loved you more, now like you less, don't make it easy to forget
in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me more? Okay
There's
and sausa
Commanded by the colonel p, don't like it we lost ya
[big ed]
Chorus
Nigga I say shit like dips quick to empty out clips
Big ed and steady mobbin
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