Lyrics:
must've had it so rough kid
Well I wonder
Forged by a tiny portion of love or fortune
Goes lightning or goes thunder
You're a bad one crackhead Ian
A sad
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine when I'm
heartbreak, is it patience or am I just cursed
And what's worse? Her love was my bubble and it just burst
I force a smile through tough times but I'm
Year 93 I was the aryan
Born kid morphed by morpheus
To an alien horseman from inhalin the toxins
Of arsenic in the most dangerous portions
Get crazy
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
I'm back, nigga
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit
loved her
She thought she had him forever
They did everything together
Even got a kid together
Then that nigga switched up on her every month
She had
a long road ahead but you can do this
I know it's tough and you've had enough
But people are here to show you love
Chin up kid it's gonna get better
Grab
And I'm never gonna let you down
Time flies by
I hope you realize that I
I'll love you forever now
I'm always gonna be right here
Always gonna cheer
spirits, see the blood I'm hackin' up
I love my kids and my fans, inside I sob harder
Cause you paid the price for my life and its right like bob barker
change my future with a glance
A wife and a kid, a house and a whip
It don't matter 'cause whatever it is, whatever it is
With you by my side I'ma do it
the sickest, and flow the quickest
But you stay booked forever 'cause you don't know the business
Got to give the people
Give the people what they want
yer bootstraps, kid, here's yer tough love
Told to vote the right way, then they went and turned on us
Christian politicians' time will come to suffer
Tough kid tells the sweet kid
Meet me after school
Back where all the couples go for parkin'
Tough kid stands there waiting
Book clutched in his
money it's identical
Yeah I'm the sickest with the pen, love to all my friends but I'm going clinical
I can't be soft spoken when I'm out moving like
hypin'
Claiming they got nothing but love
Keep the strap with me for when times get tough
Better yet rough
Meditated what I did the whole year
Thank God
By the time I'm 35
I'll be rich with some kids
Teach em that you decide how you gon live that life that you live
And protect them from all the stupid
kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's palsy
But bitches still love my handsome face
Conway, this shit is like Deontay
Wilder versus a Bantamweight
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine
Hey baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin' cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love 'em but don't tell 'em
finna shoot when I drop my coat
Niggas talkin' tough, they all on Insta, man, I drop that love
We forever slidin' on the sucker side, can't never drop
For I knew not a face in the crowds that went by
Gone forever are the pals that I love
There isn't a trace or a sign
Of that regular honest
For I knew not a face in the crowds that went by
Gone forever are the pals that I love
There isn't a trace or a sign
Of that regular honest
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