Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision
Your time has come, i'm still rare, you're fairly well done
So tell me has your heart been hurled
She wanted to fight at first
I need your love like plants need rain,
I wanted the money and never the fame
That rap game, although changed, has given true love a shot.
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
Lost the plot, your honor rots cause god has sent me
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit
This has never happened to me before/ our love started to explore
They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door
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