out of my grave And I just want to thank you for helping me get through We were never part of the in crowd We stand alone and we're fucking proud
The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never
m still spitting money from my active days Damn, life is such a lovely thing Feel the perks that a 7 digit budget bring Tell your girlfriend that I could pull some fucking
, get to steppin', hater Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I'm proud Mo Thug and I'm proud, loud, proud, loud, proud Baby Boi Mind of a
When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) I'm stuck in this penitentiary called life Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these
it wasnt paying bills I did what I did Got my money for it Let these niggas see how I live Wrong answer You'd think a motherfucker be proud To see his
I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta get me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for
here for my glory The engines too loud, these haters can't ignore me Feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin
even see my feet Everythings blurry But now, no more worries for me Maybe go on Maury As the rappers that used to be These days they wont even accept
it don't mean that I can't be perfect. For screamin' out loud, We's addicted to money like two fingers tapping on wherever there's a vein, And believe me, yeah were proud
this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you Ms Cheeney Fuck you tipper Gore Fuck you with the freeness of speech This divided states of embarrassment will allow me to have Fuck
for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll niggaz still take your fuckin
Battleaxe warriors waging war Burn the roof off crack the floor We used to be kings These ain't those days no more Not done til my groups number one Til I'm proud
Killa I roller cheese blazed high as fuck and feelin great I thought I was out Atlanta But God damn im outta space Bitch no days off And I aint got no breaks And I dont take these
around my waist.. and how the fuck I feel Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill Then it dawned on me, came strong on me I belonged with these
high, for the world to see Even though we know we don't want our son and little girls to be Nothing like we were, some of these youngsters got no thumbers
the ill scheme to envelop These bitch teen seated up black devil vessiles I'll dead you with lethal style evil ogre Slash demon cobra in these last days
