Lyrics:
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
energy
And it turns around like you
And it turns around like me
Into something new
But the only thing I see
I see you, I see you
I see you, always
This next song
Is actually an uptempo song off my new record "I Am"
I love the lyrics so much
I actually wanted to do an acoustic version for you
Gutta butta, Queens, New York City
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter
50 Days, 50 Nights, nigga
Let's go
Ay, let's go
Let's go
Ay, bitch, I'm back up in my mode
Lil' bitch, I'm back up in the stu
Keep them 50s on my
yesterday
You don't look down on anyone and say
If you want to be a better version of yourself
Never think that you're above anyone else
One day the lion saw
good head and I like that about her
Young nash the retarded fool
I used to bring my pillow to the fucking high school
Call me 50 cuz I'm hated by many
How does he sleep at night?
Mama, the nerve of this guy
To leave me so easy
Am I gonna be alright?
Yeah, New day new faces
I be getting those basis
No
to let go
I need an upgrade (an upgrade)
To life, version, revision, version, vision
2 point 0... 0... 0... 0... 0... 0... 0... 0
Day after day, time
on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats
a superior version of
The previous week's installment
But ain't it all the same? (pretty much)
Yet I comfort myself at night with
Transmission by
youth all came from the yucca
Only one feel that I feel up here
Changed my demeanor my mind made clear
Switched up and re-upped my new flame
Now I
Tip toe, through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tip toe, through the tulips, with me
Ain't no city that's quite like mine
Light
over tennis shoes
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The homeless keep warm by settin' fire to a trash can
Now everyday I need ends
New
Gon' be up all night long
Walkin' this wood flo'
'Till my man gets home
I'm at the front do'
I'm listening by the phone
But I'm gon' be here
With
Versions of late last June
And I give this version to you
I make up stories
Of me and you
That I never did wrong
Wrong by you
Sometimes there's nothing you
that it's up, we gon' grrr
The chopper gon' sing, no matter the song I know I'm right and I am never wrong
They Texaco Boyz steady smokin' strong I know
the devil at night
We blow for blow
Uh
Yeah
I just caught my second win
You niggas couldn't kill me
I'm a couple blessings in
I'm a big steppa, move nigga
the devil at night
We blow for blow
Uh
Yeah
I just caught my second win
You niggas couldn't kill me
I'm a couple blessings in
I'm a big steppa, move nigga
cook me somethin'
I check the news, it's hot outside, call Tron, bring out a hundred-somethin'
By 10:35, them robbers be done came out, took 'em
need to take you a good jog, he got pressure, tell him to send it
Walking around with a new pendant, diamonds hitting hard in the night time
Been putting
gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
Combined versions from Norman Blake and Doc Watson
A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease
Said one I'll tell you something, boys, if you
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