grand Cause man, we ballas We don't shop at Family Dollars If your ice is fake? If you ask me for a verse I make my price inflate We still ghetto, lookin
Nuthin but love for my people's still pumpin my vein May we all maintain and smoke black to the brain (Nuthin but love for my people's still pumpin my
your fucking heads in the game, please! This season don't mean nothin if we lose this! word up [Verse 2:] As a, black boy Started out a bundle of joy
dig it} Chorus Verse 4: Tray Deee Christmas Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer Smell the sky
The time is yours, it's yours VERSE 3 These are my last words, this is my last phrase These are my last thoughts, these are my last days My life's invested
