Oh, it's in the cards Your life is over-the king This time you're dealin' with me... This time you're dealin' with me Dealin' with me Oh, dealin' with me
control me Control these nuts or go home [? ] Wana hold me Think one of tha twins they coming for me Hallelujah Only one sacred and holy Phony love how
they, sever ears Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers Now rock with me, I spray blocks with
they sever ears Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers Now rock with me, I spray blocks with
mother fucker, Ya heard me motherfucker, bring off in there mouth (?) ATL-ANTA, Stop asking me cause that why I stay, if you can spell, Thats Atlant motherfucker, ya heard me mother
his dope and alcohol binges My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes It even got so scandalous, pops had me
But, yo, the kill, the fill with force fields and shields And holy steel, a nigga keep it real You know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high for me to
and die or come back home in misery Yo get with me, I deal with reality Loosen your mind to the truth and don't get mad at me No politician can give
pasta, sky, misty, often tipsy From off the whiskey, the gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me
desperately search for peace A life of misery, all you've ever givin' me I've tried to pray, but my faith won't let me go no further If I got to die
against me It's the life of the dead, record of company defend me Still workin, the musical group, is that the crew? Are they with me? It's Mr. Majesty
ask fair bread, they put me down their Caddie's mortgaged I made one deal like it's you and me This guy said he'd be lots of use to me But when I found
me, Teach me how to see, Ears cannot hear, my mouth is too dry to speak. You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me. Purge me
Listen, you mean just one thing to me. You call me when you got $5,000. [Billy Flynn, girls] All he cares about is love Show me long Raven hair Flowin
I adore thee Mother Mary But would you change me back to a witch And let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm Give the gypsy moths a realm of their
the man in me I said a bandit queen (a bandit queen) independent enough so she can handle me Ey yo a bandit queen (yes a bandit queen) she the mother
