' like this for the rest of our lives But we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for the rest
Hold your head up high you know you've Come a long way, a long way Tainted as a fugitive with nothing left to say Temptation may come hope your vision
Lay down my dear brothers Lay down and take your rest I want to lay your head upon your Savior's breast I love you all but Jesus loves you the best And
' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' rest
', Layzie perfect timin' Grab my gun Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money, get your paper Elevate like
a real nigga will pick the time, to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus on
for your nigga? [F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga [J] Would you ride for your nigga? [F] I gets lie for my nigga [J] Would you live for your nigga? [F] Do
least it's not your son On the killing fields Euphemisms Breakout At a pace giving show The wheels of mass destruction In your head are moving so slow
J. Cole haha uh Yeah, uh Yeah, Yo Bear with a nigga man, Gotta a little head cold, ya know? I'll still kill it nigga Show y'all niggas how it do, Real
't see this Where I come from, many die, you'll get crucified like Jesus Nobody move, nobody get hurt Seventeen in the clip, so nigga put your dick in
listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) You fakin on the TV and frontin at your
pieces, help me Jesus Help me Jesus, just help me, Jesus, thug niggaz killers They victims was screamin', help me Jesus My soul can't rest today I can
out? on your car phone headed to your bitches house Pirahda gucci things, Cartier doobie pins you could live, but bet I Indian give fuck your friend take your
the whole hood behind me and the man upstairs Life's like a test you know your gon stress People think they know you best Let the pain off your chest Do you, never follow the rest
Don't really like to fuck, he just get hed too Stick a broom in your butt, tell you, go head boo Thugged out motherfuckers like the rest of the crew
love them too Threatened species, they adore me Flower children never bore me But all the things you share are Better left unsaid When you can give me head And run your
reality hits you, testing your moral agility Listen, by now you should be like six hours away Find a cheap hotel, rest and hold your thoughts at bay
