our love on the ground, But it doesn't matter, Cause i made it up, Forgive me now, Every day i spend away, My souls inside out, Gotta be some way,
Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all gon' be Six feet deep When the heat seek, niggas
matter what, you've always been by my side You've always been my best friend You're the love of my life You're everything to me You never left my side You're my
, it's a scam but I handle my business Tryin' to be the man if the Lord be my witness Do my tennis with the walk sign for my physical fitness 16's sicker
But yet my heart is steady pumpin' for somethin' I refuse to be the one that they be dumpin' Gotta get away before the techs start gunnin' Bodies start jumpin' Wreckin' my
the pain, the more to gain Come with this territory I might dispose Feeling like my life been chose All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes When it?s on My
pain, the more to gain. Come with this territory. I might dispose. Feeling like my life been chose. All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes. When it's on. My
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
make it clap like a standin' ovation Spin like my record at the radio station Feel the sensation, I put it right there They be like Luda, I be like yea
call me the competition, I'm still stomping and pimpin' I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood I got the key to the city, the streets is all good My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded I'm still
the way to the end So no matter what I'll be right here I'll be right here 'cause we got hood love We got hood love I be cussin', I be screamin' like
been hard but we made it baby Ten years clean, so she's still my lady, I must be dreamin' Dreamin', I must think about it Man I must be dreamin' I must
my way to Savannah My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail Tryna
I'm just a friend My heart is broken up into pieces 'Cause I know I'll never free my soul It's trapped between true love and being alone When my eyes
oh oh grace; where would I be without grace (where would I be without grace) What can make me whole in my soul (grace grace) What can wash my sin (grace
no war If my dreams run a little wild But if there's no call from joy control Warning me against this disease in my heart Freein' my soul Population
I wonder were you flattered I tried to get you drunk I know you're collecting disciples I know you want to be the godmother of soul punk Someday, someday