worry, but i can see you know my visions aren't blurry,the innocence still strong like a feminies, i remenise on the first time we ever kissed in this devilish world
clowning with the three wheel motion Roll me a sweet in a cadilac fleet I flip the cash but my stash flips faster Cause I'm pushing the real good pine [3
ve wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I just wish for all this
[Grimm] Automatics be kicking, reloaded streets done exploded And hopeless, lost on the dro'ded armored soldiers The fully loadest, book was strong as
times do I have to tell ya? All my life I've been called a failure Write my friends in the pen Are you gettin' these letters I mailed ya? Rock and
his heart was broke Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel selling wholesale just like his pop taught him Rock
I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise Man cries if he was blessed with a heart, But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park Once again it'
Cali to Texas with Lexus plates, Hanh, even so though, I wish I could go back, Blast "Rapper's Delight", Marvin Gaye, Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks
up like a sack of meat. Most my niggas dead or walk around with shackled feet. We had to eat. You can ask these cops. I bought my first hoopty with 15 rocks
f/ Baby Beech First Verse [SPM]: Hold up on the double, these boys want trouble They call me Flintstone and my homie is born Rubble Rebel, Devil, chase
you holla fuck the 5-0 I'ma be on your side when you need my help Thug Girl living in a gansta world Chorus (Low-G) Thug Girl your the reason why
f/ Marilyn Rylander I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin First Verse: [SPM] Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?" Homie
've wished for money, and I've wished for fame, but what good is it, if I'm still stuck in this game? So, for my 3rd wish...I just wish for all this shit
[First Verse: (SPM)] I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What happened?" Homie was crackin', it's good
cause this muthafucka smell The ringin in my ear sound like bell bells Well this is farewell I park parallel Walk to the park and smoke on the carousel
about how bad his heart was broke Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel Sellin' wholesale, just like his pop taught him Rock
bad guys, I got seven dopehouses, that's a franchise Man cries if he was blessed with a heart, But I lost mine, in the backstreets of South Park Once
now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas with Lexus plates, Hanh, even so though, I wish I could go back, Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks, on the