Lyrics

A wise man once told me That when you rent a car you You do what you want, go where you wanna go As you please But when you go to turn that car in you gotta pay the price In life, you do what you wanna do When you wanna do it with your hands and your body but But it's like, when your time up You gotta pay the price That's another one gone When God calling you gone pick up the phone Man just love me while I'm here case I ain't making it home I been going thru some pain I got a lot going on But would you rather live with pain or would you let go your soul? See I was chose, to tell my story like I'm writing a book I got to chapter 23, but the conclusion unsure No matter how much on plate I'm still gon eat I ain't full Cuz I remember all them days that I ain't eat shit at all Let's take a walk, listen up I got my rights and my wrongs My heart cold, I can't feel love, you would've thought that it froze And I been shutting people out I been in one of those modes Cuz I can't let them get inside that's why I'm playing a zone So play yo role, to the T, and I bet not hear you switching it up It ain't no clicking up I'm where niggas gon keep them semis tucked Let the trigger buss, and them 40's they can get finger fucked And if I said I loved you just call me and I'll clean it up Uh just call me and I'll clean it up, With no questions asked Imma sweep it like a cleaning truck Catch us with the pills, I'm like Juice Imma eat em up Legends live forever and death not even keeping up Death not even uh Death not even Catch us with the pills, I'm like Juice Imma eat em up Legends live forever and death not even keeping up Uh that's another one gone, that's another fallen soldier That's another one gone, that's one more not coming home Man that's another one gone, man I wish he had his pole Cuz that's another one gone Uh uh that's another one gone, that's another fallen soldier That's another one gone, that's one more not coming home Man that's another one gone, man I wish he had his pole Cuz that's another one gone Gone, he ain't never coming back Why die for where you from and where you from still on the map Why the fuck you be so selfish you got kids who got they back? Man we knew you wasn't no bitch but now yo kids ain't got no dad Now I gotta ride with mags, the block hot you won't catch me slipping I ain't finna play no games, this ain't no exhibition I ain't even from the west but gotta keep a Smith & Keep extensions, for them niggas tripping, it's gon be the ending Life is like the fakest Rollie cuz the clock keep ticking We running out of all these seconds and minutes All the things you never did I bet you wish that you did it Any grudges that you had just clear your head and forget it Uh clear yo head and forget it All the things you never did I bet you wish that you did it Cuz we slowly running out of all these seconds and minutes Life is like the fakest Rollie cuz the clock keep ticking
Writer(s): Prince Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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