over Fi the ghetto youth I know it Nothing a change Everything remain the Same 'Cuz the ghetto youths dem still a suffer No food fi days Instead a life
that nigga I get money I ain't gotta do a crime Shit I hit dimes, what I need with a nine Before y'all judge me, be clear We got nothing but heat here
make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't make me start it up like a
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
forbid You deserve flowers and candy, the simple things In addition to the SL's, baguettes and rings Instead I walk around like I'm a king And having you ain't nothing but a
(Nathan) There is nothing glamorous in this simple town But there's this special flower that can only bloom right here And all the heavy burdens in our
the old Joanna plays My heart could take a chance but my two feet can't find a way You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway But
ain't nothing but a sinner You just can't go and be ordained over dinner Now I can interest an intellectual or A B C it for a beginner But yes my seasons
condition in your physical for injurin' The officer and gentleman who stack by the Benjamin Off a beat like this, I keep a night stick In case any stick up care, where heat might miss I chicken fry rice bitch in a
that some changes could be permanent And told you that I loved you from jump But now them hurdles is impossible to walk around And you've been searching through my phone like it's a
Look at the light coming over me Show me a man who's gentle and kind And I'll show you a loser Now, show me a man who takes what he wants Oh, how exciting
Introducin Madchild, ladies and gentleman Lets give a big round of applause for adrenalin You aint right, Im a fucking phantom at night That wheres a
a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand So I
Stab a track, strangle the beat, restless, no time for sleep Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grimm It's a very thin line between a foe and a
'm only teasing Soviets With gentle bonhomie And you've a better reason to be anti-them than me -Florence There's a time and there's a place -The American
how she feels Limousines and laughter, parties ever after If you play the game, you pay the price Purchasing a piece of paradise, changes, changing
has intuition I get irate take the whole cake When you hate, I levitate then Migrate to a mind state When he appropriates a new faith Hey, we came just to change
