when I say Gonna live my life Everyday I'm gonna touch the sky I spread these wings and fly I ain't here to play Gonna live my life Everyday Hit the gas take
calling your name out These are the roots of rhythm And the roots of rhythm remain In early memory, Mission music Was ringing 'round my nursery door I said, "Take
woman, I gotta get over you (Yeah aiight, yeah aiight) I think I saw your baby's mother Creeping at your back door (Yeah, yeah) And your lying ass been cheatin' And I can't take
black butterfly Must take a chance and spread my wings Love can make you do some crazy things So I placed my heart under lock and key To take some time and take
the latest game I don't ask for much, but enough room to spread my wings And the world finna know my name [Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt] I don't ask, for much these
right away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these
you can son me never, I don't get bitter I just get better And a verse is just a verse for me I keep it generic and these niggas take it personally If
my last second dude, done a lot of shit they never get to do, I'd like to say it's been a pleasure, Honored to be somebody they mention, but before these
I was hoping to Jamrock's like Damien Marley Ayo, I'm living better, second letter with a set of wings Butter leather, hoody sweater and some better bling Black beretta, these
'S A RAP GROUP! [Mom] Well I'll leave these here and eat them if you... [Jorma] FINE! [Andy] GO TO HELL, MOM! She's an angel on earth with invisible wings
fail staying in a house that your bed shield Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride Cause
A'yo four shots let off, black truck sped off Big shit, tryna take a motherfuckin head off Ayyo hold up man, let me take y'all back to the beginning
know why these niggaz don't see what I see in you girl Bad girl, yup She got an ass like loaf of bread you wanna slice But she's the girl, you can take
over stuffed Finally Famous bitch, there aint a f-cking thing thats over us So take that check out and owe it up Man I turned impossible possible And what these
is good lookin' So hush little baby, don't you cry One of these mornings, you're goin' to rise up singin' Then you spread your wings and you'll take
talking about Should I begin to spit it just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of
do you, cut a fool ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six, five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (That's right) You know legs, wings and
to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga Weighin' in at 'bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's right You know legs, wings