Lyrics:
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
the microphone and started to sing my song
My young homeboy heard me rap
And said he had way more freaks than that
So I told him like this, they might be
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm
hardest if I
So we aint never giving up
Even when the shit is rough
I lost my mama at like 12 years old
Tried to find her in 2010
Doctor said it aint yo
sings at night above the house,
branches in the wind bending wordlessly.
I wanted to capture it on tape.
At first I called my recordings a different
on a rock
But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block
[ Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers) ]
Stokie's just Stokie, mama
(Stokie's Stokie)
treating me like I am trash
I leveled up like Mario and went and got in my bag
Heard the opps is hatin, but thats why they going out sad
Tell me why I never
the Phantom
Black jet, I just flew to Texas
Sippin' Tuss', mama can't accept it
Never seen me on ketamine, but for the real team I'll do anything
And he
gon' die. We bleed through
similar veins. Yous explain to me now. Don't panic
when my guns burst. Heard the last jam, nigga? This one's worse. My
feel played got me shook
You stole my soul don’t know how many lives you then took
At any given moment anybody can crash
At any given moment be yo time
First of all I wanna say is free my nigga Lil
And free my nigga Rick
They gave my nigga wheels
When they told me I was locked
Up I was in the cell
song
My young homeboy heard me rap
And said he had way more freaks than that
So I told him like this: they might be freakin'
But, boy, you never had
brains blew
3 little mice came runnin along
So I grab the 4-5 mama sing to her son
Now 6 little niggas tried with the might
Came to my circle I switched
never crash
HOOK X2:
(Run me my money)
I came in the game, paid all my dues,
Fuck all the fame, break all the rules,
Gotta get the bag, gotta get
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
to be my number one fan, but she ain't never play me
Just let em know that real shit, that you know you get that from Swazy
One of my niggas said I was
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain? It runs deep – share it with me!
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Cocked
Cammy, and Wallabies
I smoke la like daa-da-dee, it got me boomin' like ba-da-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed
I heard it crash
Nigga said I hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' trash 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
burn
By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes
To fertilize germination of concern for me for we
For he who's sucked into the trench fully dug
I
nasty ho ain't want me then, now she all on my dick
I guess she heard through the wind that I'm payin' for some shit
Mama ain't want me in the streets,
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