my mind gotta hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin
soul to every word that I curse with all the agony expressed in this verse; let me ask my niggaz (why?) My niggaz tell me (why) tell me (we die) Because
collide, shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy I done seen the worst of the worst - and what can be worse than a verse about bullets dispersed up in
t believe me, ask ya dahhhd (ask him man) and if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (that's right) She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will
when i was a young kid growin up Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up To rock crowds make money Chill wit the honies Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
friends Good family Good food Good drink (Haha) Good life man It could be worse That's what I tell myself everyday It could be a lot worse (Ah) And what I tell
Excuse me, junkie Which brought the work of the old Into a new light, what a way But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway push couldn't shove me
to say to our young folks, but they know that you do And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you? The first sign is peace, tell all them
, I be the first to pop a blister, Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister, If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway, Experience will
much you showed me the worst kind of pain but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me? Why is
instance. John: every nation will have a prototype. I think i was out talking to one of the austrian tv guys. I said can you name me one european country
Baby fix me And just shake me til' you wake me from this bad dream Chorus: One love My one heart My one life for sure Lemme tell you one time (
this bugatti 2 v8s ain't no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti Bitch I'm bad I'm worse I'll pass the purp Don't f-ck with me cause right now
[Verse 1:] Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp Blood game mothafucka call me red alert Young Carter kill in order, who
was sent from heaven So I take heed to every single word that he tell me I remember what my poppa told me Remember what my poppa told me Young Stunna
with this money on my mind gotta hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin on some shit breaking bread choppin millions cause a bitch aint shit told as a youngin
my hands, lookin for a handout Only thing I handed out was more bills Only thing pulled me out was my will God told me the sun don't chill Determined