Lyrics:
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
seems like yesterday
It was years ago we grew and moved away
And young hearts always say; they'll stay friends
We didn't know what time brings
We didn't
will understand
Will always be by my side
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be the one for me
I need
Someone that I can
MTK
From young been wary of fakes been wary of snakes real talk can't fuck with them
2024 I'm back
Hear what I'm saying
Listen up listen up
From
a sentry
Won't Back Down Young Tom Petty
Hope the odds ain't against me
Pray to god then listen intently for a response
Am I doing it correctly
Gift of gab,
mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
a boy
2am and I'm still rolling ok attaboy
Now make it last
Better yet make it count
Father time the only nigga I know that's not impressed with a bank
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
on the path of the straight
A safe place, for the young to come outside they want to play
I let their mommas know that they ok
And when y'all pray, I'll respond
Niggas pray for me,
Niggas use to pray for me, (Uh, me)
Need y'all to pray for me,
Need niggas just to pray for me, (me, uh)
Need y'all to pray
this is just the first draft
Give these girls long neck legs bent backwards that giraffe
Inspired by young dick
Already got you hesitant to bump this
run with them snakes
Peep all the moves I been makin', by time I get forty
I gotta be one of them greats
Watch how I move with this paper
I know if
Alley-oop opportunities
Yeah I lob it to all of my niggas 'cause we got no other options
I pray V12 is the only time I'm boxed in
Fuck a fake hoe, that
Oh, you Breaking The Ice ain't you?
Yeah!
Yeah-yeah, K-Y
I be that icy young nigga straight out San Leandro
I can't let shawty in because she
I make music for lost niggas
Young bitches with babies by drug dealers
Heaven help us they letting them cops kill us
Black talons we loading them cop
notice my name, I pray to god I'm up next
I want you right by side, Ari would you be my guide?
I know you don't like the cameras, oh but you'll be alright
a cause
Time to pay, time to pay
When there's nothing left to buy, it's only love that gets you high
When you need to have that feeling once again
a little Steve Earle Copperhead Road
I'll lighten your load anyway I can
I used to have this gal she nagged all the time
And she went through my money like
the beginning the word was
Love & Meaning
Thru hard times believin'
Birthing dreams
Like Adam and Eve
Smoking weed
In the
Garden breathing
Mountain air
Life's
Neverland
Your pride, your heart and your soul
Don’t deny by this time you should know
Don’t let them tell you what to do
Get your horse and run away
Out
Lord, I don’t know what else to do so I pray
Surrounded by all this darkness help us find the way
I’m counting all my blessing give thanks every day
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it's hockey, and I'm playin' with them sticks
He don't like me, but he
Japanese nigga
(Self righteous as a muhfucka)
(Self righteous as a muhfucka)
How does that make you feel huh?
When your labeled by others it shapes
young thing and I know what you need
Here's my love that's my offer
I'm amazed at the way that you handle your day
Imma pray to be blessed by your gaze
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