One the most illest beats. Every time I heard this I would always remember the first time I listen to it is back in 06 while on a road trip to South Carolina for a family reunion, nostalgic memories 😊😊😊😊
Im not an average rapper I'm the puppet master Kids come to my show Come closer criss cross applesauce at the front row To that y'all must grow And become my minions You can have your opinion I ain't a dictator I'm a mentor You must enter The path of the good life There your first task is to avoid strife That's on your life This is traditional All ya go individual And complete the mission And start the process Y'all will be flawless
I had analyze this instrumental. its imortant that I speak the truth and keep a rhythm. Cant ignore it. Dreaming of a better existence can't be pretentious. While you sleeping on a bed of convictions. That guilty cusion. Always clouding all the thoughts of your vision you see whats missin. Like a burried body thats still alive you keep on digging. running around thinking I'm dodging death the reaper winded. His path is guided by ruler of it. And the waters saucers keep on skipping cross the infinite. For the wisdom shared water holds memory. We keep forgettin to keep pushing too much pull kept certain strings hidden. A fiens kitchen. Stir fried neurons the brain it needs fixin.. you serving a selfish dramatic who needs vision.
She was a pretty young thang, Had to many ding-a-langs, Attached to her strings, Of sex, I miss the Rolex, I rather rock a cheap set, babygirl hold up No time to jet, Light a cigarette, cool breeze, Enjoy the wind tease, Spirits talking with me, Walking with me, Showing me, times of infinite, Cherish every, moment Baby girls Ashley, was the closest thing to me, We used to roll doobies, Had to many babies, Now she's hates me, but I ain't the daddy, Cornbread fed, Always swelled my third leg, Thick thighs with beautiful eyes, Could light up the sunrise, Too much temptations, Standing on the top, Alone rocking my own, space cuz it's too much of a race, Tryna find a pace, myself against the ills of time, damn I miss her all the time, Love drug got me bugged, out no doubt, had to take a detour, On lust's route, real love stays, never Comes and goes, Pour up the Cristo bottle of Ruffino, lay notes to her, til she sings soprano, This ain't no, late night show, This is something for the soul, to sew, Deep into the cosmos, Mental cell broke the spells, Of love holding me, down, All across town, look for another chick, To switch and pound, Back and forth we go, on the merry go, There we go, circling The psycho maestro, try to keep a clean title for the mental, But too much pain, to the heal the grow, Yo I shut the stage for sho, Found myself without looking in the mirror, dreams became clearer, Serpents take form of anything, She was a pretty young thang, had to many dig-a-langs, attach to her strings, Yo, the sunshine never sings, Let drama cease, in peace come in between x3 Yo knew her since grade school, she loved when I used, to act a fool, Stay true to the vowels and rules, We promised each other, No matter what darkness comes, We'll cherish one another, But then came the rain, madness scanning Across her brain, Seems like we didn't want the same, took shots at the highest aim, Heavenly scholar, focused too much on Making a dollar, That shit mad her holla, mixed tapes and talks of a golden drape, I pictured us in a mansion, lay the seed For the expansion, Of life but why curse the strife, and leave wounds gutted like a knife, Open she was supposed to be my wife, miss the drama, everyday new beggings of a persona, Comma, new chapter as I turn the page, Don't let the sneaks of a rage, Explode like a twelve gauge, ramblin' No emotional gamblin', Keep it hunnit like Chamberlain but then again, let the hunt begin, She was a pretty young thang, had to many ding-a-langs, attach to her strings, Yo, the sunshine never sings, Let drama cease, in peace come in between x3
I took you shopping we got it popping, overseas indeed/ anything you need plus cheese/ satisfaction was the main course/ shoot my shot like playing horse/now there you are/beautiful love smile / style make me aroused when she strut in her blouse/nice house worth 100 bands/ temperpidic bed as I stroke up in ya mother land/just understand we 4ever like a vendetta over sum cheddar/ (not finish) Verse 2: IT FEEL LIKE MAGIC WHEN I HOLD YOU/ I tried to mold you/ engagement ring for my beautiful black queen just like I told you/ for awhile I was living this thug style/ Quite foul on stage I rock mics now/we'll try to passs in the skies tonight/ your touch is starlight/
young girl was in her prime she wasnt thinking bout no man cause she ain't have time, but then she thought young boy was fine but wasn't thinking bout dying she done got pregnant now she sitting in the living room crying but she don't know that it was time to die she was feeling bad so she went to the doctor but then after that she had bad news but she tolf her friends but she ain't wanna tell her mama to the doctor told her come back another day when she came she found out she had aids she lied to somebody and told them she need a k to handle somebody but she wanted to hurt her self by merking her self she was a bad young girl in her prime and when young boy gaver that she wasnt thinking bout dying
Cutie the bomb, Met her at a movie or sum, I was movin cooler than calm, Focusin on her long. I told her i can make you mine needin you on my arm, She said nigga what is you blind let me move it along. Shortie buggin cause a nigga 22 wit no car, But its cool; That nigga whippin but he doin her harm. Do you listen to Drizzy cause you doin it wrong, Beauty queen tudey mean plus you cute as a charm. But you dont like a nigga if he aint slidin and ridin, Wit tattoos screamin he violent, Its the livest niggas that get clapped first; Blew back worst, Now you caught up cause a nigga buy you fu ass shirts. Thats how he lock you up, He buy you things and then he sock you up, And once you boutta leave he done knocked you up. And you aint gonna tell nobody cause he be talkin tough, Dont know if hell do it but the thoughts enough. Dont worry worry baby, Youre a queen sweet lady. You will see your worth, Through the pain and all your hurt, You just a young girl lost. My sisters and my friends is goin thru it everyday, They cryin out for help and i just dont know what to say, So i try to right my wrongs change myself show them way, But i am just like every man thats causin them they pain. Its a fuckin problem, All that these women want is love and then we fuckin rob em, No i mean literally fuck and rob em. We gotta solve em like a jigsaw puzzle; Say the we got em, Then we drop em, Now that its all trouble we gotta stop it. And i aint tryna sound like no prophet, Its just im tired if seein the cycle of this non sense, I got a conscience. Lets make new morals for block shit, Treat our sisters like queens, And i bet everything get fixed in between. Hook My mother raised a king, By herself aint ask a fuckin thing, Its a travesty this woman doesnt have a wedding ring, Better bring; All your recon nigga dont ever think, You comin around sellin my mother hella dreams. Since she was 18, I watched her do it doly; So you gotta come a lil bit stronger sorry homie. She even got some nephews holdin the iron for me, So if you think you fuckin wit her just movin accordin son. And no i will not tell you more than once, If you last more than 2-3 years then we can roll a blunt. Ill never let my queen be close to the danger, One slip, Grabbin the clip i fill it and bang em. Hook
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