how you go form da homie to Tryna blow god open my eyes it's still a lot he got to show me long live sol-be. even if I was cloths 12 still couldn't fold me, I got to watch. these niggas hands and shut that back door before they close me I was never thrown a shovel I used my hands to get up out this dirt I know it's gone hurt mama to see her son. up on a that shirt I said pray for its me gone be a cold summer. pray before you eat, I was trying to help niggas out and work. together with this fest I pictured the beauty but i was in the jungle with the beast bro carrying steel and get the stainless done with one click I watched niggas kill blood over one hit. the pole draft niggas and take elm out with one pick.
