But I can't move crack And is such a fraction They way you thinking about your plans But I tryna bring it back Before your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit Lupe from Chicago land
I feel her close, I swear it's true Yes, I feel right in this moment She looks down on you From angel's land Her tender hand is caring 'Cause a mother
the same No matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids Are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all across the land
? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit, we never mind
the coke teller Knowin' I'm a hummer wholesaler And you should know this I'm a poet, got money won't show it I'm like Russell plus I got the right hussle Talk
be [Verse Two: Carl Thomas] It was cold the way you left Still the pain is in my chest Because in my heart I felt you should of came and talked to me
I stretch them like rubber bands, I make them say Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man Say what? Wha is you talkin' 'bout? There's nothin' to talk
I'm locked inside A land called foolish pride Where the man is always right He hates to talk but loves to fight Is that all right? On real cold days
This song is for you Hey MrPresident Tomorrow I'm paying my rent My fuel is runnin' low And I've got places to go Quit slowin' me down Can we talk
shack in the yard New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills I've served so many rappers I can make a land field fool You've doubt for
The score went bad, now he's back stuck Bitches settin' niggas up jacked and waxed Small-time workers movin' weight in a g ride Lac Don't talk on your
the nightclub I just landed in that in that G450 Caught the Mayweather fight 'cause the satellite was crispy Y'all can miss me with the money talk The
Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu ventelists Cop a mansion on these other land
the block doing this shit 'round the clock Million dollar nigga doing this shit non-stop Swagged out, big doggin' on a private flight Popping bottles, celebratin' living life Blowing big, feet landed
too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth so when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin'
private plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah talk
of giving? Anytime of night or day, the magic things you love Everybody hurts when you shout, when you walk away Talk about it leaving, talk about it, talk