bob up and down like see-saws See Ma I want you to understand somethin' A man's compelled to be with more than 1 woman As long as I keep u cummin' you
and your passion is how you ration it That makes me swear you was trained how to take me there Rarely I seen faith be fared We got a stroke of grace remember you was countin' me out
so fed up, I don't know what I'm livin' for, When it comes to love, fuck, man, I'm just giving more, Fuck love, show no love, love will get you killed
one time Ali said even the greatest gotta suffer sometime So I huff and puff rhymes, lyrics so sick with it Set the standard in Atlanta how to get get get
pound, take two tokes Straight to the bar, serve my entourage All eyes on us, know you seein? some stuff In the club plus shoutin? You would get cussed out
wanna be But don't mistake the way I break the faith for simple blasphemy Cause through the highest frequencies in the NYC I'm crushing 97.1 percent of
like I just passed by Now I'm out on the road like the Jackson 5 Say you happy for the kid, but when I'm gone, you cry When I reply you get that high
steeled forests and over scorched earth Always just out of reach A murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out
chain see I?m a neckless I can?t look back In my twenties and I?m steadily headed for more ground We got one shot to reach the top so watch out For
faith runs too deep I go bananas, not to draw attention But to remind you where I come from X thug, now I love more than some Get one, giving hugs when
Hook: (Cam) Don't wanna waste my life Verse 1: (LeCrae) I know a lot of people out there scared they gone die/ couple of em thinking they'll be livin
the whole field out, nigga call the gods [Verse 1: Demoz] I don't give a fuck about you I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you Chase the driver
we get more We want more I want more and more and more I want more We need more I want more God damn it I'm back to demand we get more Give me more I
song to all the victims at Virginia Tech. Peace [Verse 1] April Sixteenth. Early afternoon. 'bout to leave home but I'll be back soon. Was on my way out
set you? You say you want to be yourself By christ do you think they'll let you? The're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you Hello
prove yo hand Get it off yo chest let me know that you's a man Get your pistols and niggas 'cause it's about to get shitty No remorse, no pity, you hear
wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct [Sample: Rocky] Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom Move as smooth as I get