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the man Let's go Vietnam Amsterdam spare home Bunning 24s so fried fuck these hoes One of one not a clone I'm gifted I'm winnin Fuck it let's triple it
yall gonna do about that niggas [Hook:] We on your block We got rocks You got robbed The man got shot That nigga's dead Come get revenge We getting
blind? I'm about the luckiest man in the world To have a girl like you, I'm told by Fritz and Peter Your lips would not be sweeter Oh, you must be
She said she killed a man down in Atlanta He beat her and he drank till he couldn't stand up He told her that he loved her but he couldn't stand her
Win win Any thing for the belt Hunnit top of top hunnits And I did it by myself Lose who Mustn’t know who I am Got the type of money Make you do it
How many times Can you stand beside A man that tells you lies Look for deceit it's in his eyes Like forbidden fruit Adam should have hid the loot
her And you was pose' to be my brother cuz I called you my bro Sippin' on lean straight by the case my brudda died when he told I'm like a rose pedal in
to show them what I got Wonder who'll come out shinin' like a jewel In the 'Fame' school I'll be gone Where's the John Man they got me running like
were burtons Looked at the youngest one She my twin its uncanny Same thing was said when they were saw by my granny So i stepped up like a real man
you can tell by my face boy That bad bitch she call me hellboy Bitches want my dick they can call my cell, boy I just wanna bitch I can call my playboy
on toes Everything so cold around me man my heart done froze Why don't I head back home now to the life I chose This is a mad herd I'm looking at, rat race
Homie died by suicide (Fuck) moment that I realized World is fucked this shit bigger than you and I (True) Just a week later (Mhmm) already headed home
'pose to be my brudda cuz I called you my bro Sippin' on lean straight by the case my brudda died when he told I'm like a rose petal in the garden that's
guts off the floor Enjoy your five long nights Keep an eye on the time and A light by your side I know you're frightened by the Thought of what's inside
Never had a house or home Man I do not feel alone Really about to smoke this kush and just feel jesus inside I don't give a fuck no more do I sit and cry
Use our voice to pave another road (Yeah) Driven by the feeling in our bones (Let it go) What up doe I miss you, man, how's the misses I ain't been home
want to go out with me Walk down by the sea I want to tell you what I know Come on get up let's go Oh year, come on now I'm home again in my single room
Born alone so mi straight by mi self Jah know star Sometimes yo have to deal with the road by yourself nuh breda Cause no everybody real Mi know
above the rim But I'm so by myself I really live for this And I'm so by myself you hear it when I spit Since Fina told me that she love me I feel
And them times all by myself man I thought I would end it Cause these demons in my head got my heart trying to spend it I just wanted real love and you
It was up above that christened chest In a home on the grass, with flowers laid to rest And there I stood, some forty years old Flowers in my hand
I wanna live, I wanna live I wanna live, I wanna live I wanna live forever I wanna live An eternity I wanna live With you by my side I wanna live But
by the hand And said "little boy I'm gonna make you a man" Well I'm not the world's most masculine man But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
high, It was every man for himself By a twist of Fate t'was on Moonfleet Bay, Where the ship would meet its end Oh, with a roar of wind and sail,
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