Lyrics:
Trust, what the hell is trust
You can't even trust your fam
You already know
When it comes to a hore or the dough
They will stab you in the chest
like I do
Yo, you can't do better than that?
The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
that
All that, all that, keep husslin' baby
Do whatever you doin' in the streets baby
Just don't get caught by anybody if you need to
You know-you
on boats, it's built by those who flee
And you forgot your family tree and we're just all your leaves
So if you just try to chop us down you only hurt your
And remember your p*ssy almost got shot better thank my bro mama
And Remember that you ain't just strapped so you better stay out of folk drama
So you better
I'm dead
Should have though this trough. Should have ran this by you
I'am going through the steps for your death
Knife fights and stab wounds for me,
to him!
C'mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.
Don't be callin' my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up!
Yeah
to him!
C'mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.
Don't be callin' my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up!
Yeah
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
Can't get you off of my mind
Oh
I thought I'd be okay by now
But I'm still coming down from your high
Oh, why do I even try
To get you off my mind
Oo oo
ass a joke though
Do your best friend
While i throw me on a go pro
Cause i was yo man
But you always praise ya ex up
Fuck that wack nigga
Gon be sick
I devastate it
And no matter what state you at, Imma say that
You’re gonna feel me like I penetrated under your skin with no blading
Hey Diss! There’s
the one, you the one, you the one
Look up at the sky, you the moon to my sun
And when we locked in, I would never run
Sticking by your side, til my O2 is
You said you were no icon, just an ordinary lass
Living out your ordered life, letting days drift past
You better watch out
For that soul killa
Ego comin in
Thinkin he can take over
Gotta be strong
When your life is out of order
Deep in your spirit
to climb up
I look around right now and I don't have no folks to rile up
I look around and frown when people get provoked I smile up
Jeremiah
How you let
You've captured my imagination, charasmatic mess, in the wake of your =
Devestation, I'm your best work yet. Fascinating back drop of romantic =
'll meet my folks
Let's go steady
You are my first love
(chorus) So please, listen to me
(chorus) Someday, you will be
Side by side, hand in hand
soul cry
Imprisoned by these racist institutions
Even when somebody tell you that they love you
They really gain your trust and abuse it
They fascinated
you The only time the lens didn't crack Was when I was by you I want your friends to bury you Then happy with someone else I want to watch them bury you
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
by all of the things they said to send you off
About I, but I, guess I can't really too ticked off
Since they talked about Jesus dirty in synagogues
Getting hell of love in the city with the folks
Chicks so sediti, damn, I swear she do the most
These hoes do dirt when your eyes most closed You
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