they coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire grow with every new crew 'Cause these guys just don't ride like my
, I hear your voice, feels like flying I close my eyes, oh, God I think I'm falling Out of the sky, I close my eyes, Heaven, help me When you call my
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
did it What Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs at? Uh Where my dogs at? What what Where my dogs
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on
spoken Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them skies 'When Ready To Die' was a sick part of my life Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my
in there with me at night The pieces to my puzzles in my life With all of my good days and all of my bad You stood by your man and you know you got my
end It's in my music I'm gonna fight This is my exclusive Come seek .. finger .. speculations linger music is power Extortion is the ringer ...killing Mexican singers Is
? And they don't even know what's on my channel But that is true for almost everyone, everyone but you My goat, my crab, my scorpion You're my icons '
happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close
The Iceberg Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift 10 below, gave her the dick It was cold an' she said, "Quit" Charlie Jamm said, "Bullshit" She said "Oh, oh, oh my god
out Vision in my head, all I had to do is to get it out When I walked out of my house, and look at my street All I see is the opportunity that lead
got my world baptized Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo 38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snuff
the first out the hood to get rich *** still here It's big paper in the prime of my life my *** We take it off ya' shoulder, broad daylight my *** It
hold his own God Bless the woman that can hold patron God Bless the homegirl that drove us home No strings attached, like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you is
and magic of the past and how we should not forget the song that has been left to us to hear. The knowledge of God is a search, constant and clear.
me the opposite ? I stay on my job Try to pray to keep my heart from going harm And I aint perfect, you know that from old me My life is real even when
