is your dirty trick Go go go get a life! ?Would you please? get off my back I want to go on my track Go go go get a life! You create your pseudo life
to love me I'm looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah It's my life, my life, word to Mary Niggas can't fuck with me, Virgin Mary Go ahead make
't let this cold world take me I'm looking [Lil Wayne] It's my life, my life, word to Mary n-ggas can't f-ck with me, Virgin Mary go ahead make my day
happy yo I knew I lied 'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm a hardcore player from
go a day without my sunshine (uh-huh) ahh-haaa (say what? uhh) Touch me with, a smile that glows(yeah) I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine
ground life tested me, but god blessed me ever since jayvon's testimony from a jail house, jumped in a Testarrosa had to find myself, then remind myself fucked up; im grown, i gotta blame myself
ve been called everything, an extremist is that a bad thing or what they really mean is anything a nigga do, a nigga mean it and I wona??t let a person place a
'll go And keep getting stronger on the way... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time I am here for joy, I am here for sorrow There is a reason and a
fuckin' game of life And that's a muthafuckin shame (Fuckin' shame) You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James And that's a muthafuckin
hunger for those who wanna know If there's life after death, and if so, where we go I often find myself involved in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a
it takes to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind I was born blind But now I see the road to riches It's a long road, full of hurdles Potholes and
and Hydro Fuck a bitch and some Clothes I gotta get rich, go platinum and do shows And get the Dough I gotta make a million Gotta get myself a million
check Humming and bumming, most hate to see him coming And every first and 15th, these strongs on his life But a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal
a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
behind a mother, eleven kids, eleven grandkids And since then, two of yo' grandkids done had kids They had a boy named Tacoma, Xavier's brother, that's right Xavier made you a
know you and I'd kill you myself You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself She had a
to lift a hand And you know it's a blessing to help a brother man stand And if I were you I'd fear myself Knowing I was selfish and wouldn't let another
get away but where I'm supposed to go? Can't escape it so I'm makin' songs, let it flow I said I wanna get away but where I'm supposed to go? Can't escape
