because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands That's the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands Thats the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
Just because I'm doing fine On my own I'm better off On my own Feel the cold of my hands Thats the price for moving on Taste the shame on my lips I know
it's all about Mama if thats moving up than I When I become my mama's boyfriends Twenty years later where has the time gone Now you see I'm dating having problems of my own
the pain, the more to gain Come with this territory I might dispose Feeling like my life been chose All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes When it?s on My
pain, the more to gain. Come with this territory. I might dispose. Feeling like my life been chose. All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes. When it's on. My
my hat, Gucci my drawers Gucci my ass cheeks, Gs cover my balls Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my
Here's my ghetto story Been in hell, through the fire Now gonna take it higher Here's my survival story So many reasons to sing this Now we got the keys
's my, ghetto story (*Story) Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true ghetto story) Here's my, ghetto story
got money, ooooh Well I guess my chances are fifty, fifty But my vision is twenty, twenty So I'll be counting a hundred hundreds (All of the lights) Oh, my
is really here behind this wire And it soon will be dying engulfed in their own fire, in their own fire In fact, they tell me that a boy like me shouldn
this cowards they kill us So now since we on the subject of traders and flunkies Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies Theres plenty that wanna
just sit back like: Look what I did. Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness, Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business. Smokin on a blunt in my own
sit back like, look what I did Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness Once I said my prayer everybody back to business Smokin' on a blunt in my own
my way) We be thuggin' around my way This is how we play Every day it's the same old same Around my way Around my way Around my way Come around my way, my
close But I got a buncha obstacles If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's got my baby Wantin' to have their hands in my
sea breeze. 50 don't make me ride on these niggers (ay). Cause I will kill dip and hide on these niggers (oooohhhhh). 50 don't make me ride on these niggers
