DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:
Today is Sunday, lets have fun in church.
Preach the word of the lord, & let the real be heard
Silent the fakes & the phoneys And all the losers that hod me
I hope they see me flossin hard with my ppl & homies. But no mistaken, I'm wise careful man with his time Plotting ways to b better, human nature in my eyes Enjoying life & it's problems. Like somebodys drawing poetry dig deep inside of me express my feelings cause I have to be the baddest I can be & if I'm not I'm just a heart tht bleeds on the thorwn of life leaving nothing for my kids to see. I'm gonna reach my goals but I need my soul to take me there and if I change for anyone I ain't gone end up anywhere. I stop and stare at my life, am I wrong or I am I right.? I try and analyze everything I ask when I write. hope im right but if I'm wrong plz lord forgive my sins. I use to battle with my thghts but now I choose to go all in. hope I'm heard, I feel I'm real getting deeper deep within shit is getting hected but I still keep on coming in. Makin my mark for you shady ass bustahs, Plz forgive my French I'm just tired of the suffer. Sumbody stop n wonder why we living in sin Repenting from all the problems then repeating again God help us pls save us I know that I'm crazy but I keep slangin rhymes to get bumpd by the nation I don't say much I'm always tuning to myself Mind my own buisness unless sumbody yells Tyrell Then I Pays attention too every detail that's recited Plan strategize everything that I'm writing My life is full of opportunities tht I can seek N ima seek it to the fullest ya feel me

to get my topic across show the world I got passion visions of changin sum souls I wanna change em in rappin kno thts a hella sentence but I'm just keepin it simple I wanna ride to the end kik it with niggas n sisters I got a mind full of thghts n all my thghtss got plans I wanna lay them hos down n let the world understand all my motives n reasons to teach the world how I see it frm everything tht I want frm everything tht I'm needin I can go ok forever explain pleasure write a book or two on it have every sentence Address it writing lectures n letters to show my audience my message hit the studio session audio tht bitch with perfection emphasis on my words to get these mofos buzzin plz excuse me for my cussin again blame it on my cousins use to talk shit as adolescents we all grown now head high still stressing

Fuck the money sonny I'm just trynna speak wats on my mind N I'm truly sorry honey if I don't have the time But they need to realize my point before I die Fuk these hos sonny I'm just trynna speak wats on my mind. Lets make a toast to life ice cold in the glass As ride thru these dark paths count the stars as we pass Type up a memo then convert to a slow tone reveal it to all my niggas wit a faster louder tempo
Ride slow
My life goals Drop a album with 10 songs Then have the whole nation spitting rhymes frm em 10 songs That's all I want thts all tht I desire Fuk the money sonny I'm just trynna speak wats on my mind Good life baby I'm gettin anxious To get famous but my human nature got my unconscious to be patient It's a blessing ain't it Im taking notes on conversations Sittin bak Watching mother fukers frm a distance faking
Wat shame ain't it