way my heart beats Try and say the things you want, Its the way my heart beats And move on, and move on, and move on, and move on, Its the way my heart
need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
m the rookie? But my features and my show's ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
, he gonna probably beat the case Still I get down on my knees and beg the Lord to let him raise Get up and get my workers out, supply 'em with the goods
teachin', damn All I hear is grams prayin', I keep hearin' moms sayin', shit "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" That's all I hear is moms
I'm gone My eyes ain't clear and I'm gone so she hear me wrong I'm kinda in the zone 'cause the DJ playin' my song Just another opportunity for sayin'
gone My eyes ain't clear I'm gone So she hear me wrong I'm kinda in the zone Cause the DJ playin' my song Just another opportunity for sayin' I'm known
in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta key
what I do, pioneer, my peeps power rule Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition This beat is sorta proof to listen and hear
if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average girl Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look good Should I be the one, to break
second I looked good out there But then Mike brought to reality my worst nightmare One punch, that's all it took He hit me in my ribs and my insides
one for you Stay fresh to death, from my head to my shoes Got everything I need shawty, all I'm missin' is you You know the truth, if I had my way I would
billy goat But you don't hear me though, paint her red You need to pray and repent She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my trim And I ain't payin
goat but u dont hear me though paint her red u need to pray and repent she might be ya girlfriend yeah but she my trim and i aint payin respects im just
in the trunk Unidentified because he's known as a chump I hear him keep talking junk in my ear But nobody else can hear I look around and I'm feeling
blow my fuckin head off ill just grow another My brain and my self, we dont even know each other Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
do, pioneer, my peeps Power Rule Fuck Yacub, I'm factual, true and living Polo polobos with the true religion, no superstition This beat is sorta proof to listen, and hear
