I think my foolish pride might become my suicide but I aint tryna go, no baby and through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope cause I aint dying my
, sign and seal whatever you finish I can only lead you while you're on your quest for knowledge I'ma teach you to have sense and to respect the dollar Hope
me My ears were open when you needed some consoling I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes Every time I say hello) I could talk about my duds And my
me My ears were open when you needed some consoling Now I'm hoping to hear something besides echos every time I say hello I could talk about my duds And my
I'm ready to go right now I'm ready to go right now Do I have a girlfriend? Technically no If you'll be my girlfriend then I'll make it so You'll be my
someday might be today Mysteries of destinies They are somehow and are someway For all we know they come tomorrow For today my eyes are open My arms are raised for your embrace My
art form I was a single parent, I raised my son on my own His father had no influence on his decision Towards the musical outlet or career he chose My
, nigga decease May you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four, four, and fifty four draw As my pilot, steers my Leer Yes my
no hope for the youth and the truth is It ain't no hope for the future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother for turning my brother into
by I pray to God it's still hard to get by Just wanna hold my son [my man] but I can't leave my house until I load my gun I gotta grab my sword and when
East hates us What's the reason? Mr. President My heart is bleeding I tuck my kids in every evenin' Try to teach them to keep believin' Hopin' my
Shit, I can't fucking take this All this fucking pressure, I'm dying Make me go motherfucking crazy I got all these motherfuckers Every where I go They
're dying everyday constantly I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin' now And still won't die, try me Wicked clowns never, never die, whut Oh, my goody
The hands I'm holding now if you remember Are the very hands that gave me my first rose They're reaching out for one last dying ember In the ashes of
house from afar and said 'Wait!" Got out the car, opened the gate, walked in the house, And her fucking ex sealed my nigga's fate. That was my best friend
(lynch): The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me I'm out that
mac mac nigga That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds And while I test him, hey fuck a Smith & Wesson I got my, nine at my chest and I got my dime