Lyrics:
And you know who you is girl,
We been f***in' since the 12th grade, goddamn (Goddamn)
This is my story, yeah I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being
No matter what we face
We must face the moment of truth, baby
They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do
You always gotta watch
got the place.
Submitted by Rene
JOAN OF ARC:
My left
My lefty
Come on you knuckleheads
Move it move it move it
moss in the mornin,
felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens
when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg
Come
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
(Yeah!) This is my story
Yeah I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke
To sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yeah!) This is my story
Money, cars,
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
each chin.
His twisted limbs like rubber stumps
Are waved in welcome say `Please join in.`
My grip must be flipping,
'Cause his handshake keeps
smile on my face but don't get confused
I won't even hesitate to put some bullets in you
Rush up to the front, hop the counter
Big ole thing, high
drill mugged or thugged out
Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might look at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop
trust
Get lined up like traffic keep a dirt-bike is a must
I feel like I'm opening up
New present want to open it up
Still opium up
Pops had coke in his
xans
Every time you see young Quavo
I'm having bands
Shout-out to my big brother Bandz in the Lamb
Going real crazy, doing donuts like the m
YRN
'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get
your hurt
(YEcH YEcH)
Heed my words,
Life get you down but you not the first
(I promise)
Know your worth
Never let nobody throw no dirt
been graced this spare child
Spray a gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling
Get my bloods
look another man for face unless in my face
Moreover mama you must never never kiss or make romantic
No three you must never never waka waka hand by hand
witnesses, my defense witnesses - pulled guns kicked in doors.
Told them if you come to testify for Corey Miller we gonna kill you or we gonna throw you in
you shake dat shit
Me and my brother in dis bitch, show a nigga whatchu workin' wit
I see ho's, ho's, and mo ho's
And none of these bitches, got
the bank and I ain't been ganked
Cause my back you're trying to shank, but no thanks!
My face shows pain and strain as I stand in the rain
With this fame,
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
use my hands
Ain't been showing my face, in front of the microphone you can relate
(Where have you been) I been here before
Walking on earth I been
alone
Believe or not girls the words
Did hurt
Wanna throw shade to make yourself better
Cause you in the dirt
Now I'm doing bigger & better things
of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply
one another
Better yet, make em kill for a color
All my brothers need to know one thing
No matter what you think
We're all in the same gang
Don't you
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