wig peice Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady You page me, when you got the day free but I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps You wanna
while? Do they need their friend to be a lover, Or a lover to be a friend? Because... (I'm on my way to hell) Well, I've tried. God knows that I've
have left, Like your boy used to be, long ago, Wrapped in sheets warm and wet. Blister please, with those wings in your spine. Love to be with a brother
girl movin' like baked bread Neck row turned ring row, great head Skin tone seems smoother than a water stone Don't move, girl, let-let me grab my camera
make me cross up my people I swear to God, I'll be a soldier til I'm six in the dirt My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words The hustler
I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my Is, barely catchin' my Zs But I'll be good by the mornin', on my global grind like JoJo They be lookin' at what
gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat And my song will carry on till I no longer speak My soul is also Kosher added to the fact I'm cheap And I put that on my
to the sky like I don't give a god damn. But rebellion is just a side effect, homicidal maybe, suicidal yes! [Talking: B.o.B] Boy I tell ya niggas be
at def jam Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures Cause I'm a self-made nappy-headed
When the blood runs cold in my veins Someday, baby When the blood runs cold in my veins You know you won't be able to hurt me no more baby 'Cause my
flew home a day too soon, all because I couldn't wait to kiss you oh, how she will be loved was the one thing stuck in my mind and how tonight would be
that made me lose my head and now it's to late one day to soon but be ready for the rest of your days. (Chourus:) Yeaah,Yeaah,Ohh,Ohh 2x Please god
Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're
Well, baby, there you stand. With your little head down in your hands. Oh, my God, you can't believe It's happening again Your baby's gone and you're
aass Yah I'm funeral I am on a killing spree Bitches can't get in touch Still feeling me Always on the I chat I stay on the phone They be at my neck-
my..hood Feel like I'm trapped in my hood Young kids get clapped in my hood That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood In..my..hood, in my