Fuck your version of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standards for all the runners up fuck your
I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body Never could imagine there were only So many ways to love somebody Somebody, somebody, somebody Lucky you were born
ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross Talking] Born to win Look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count
a Smith & Wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight
's Rollin' wit gangs in the back of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch
a smith & wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight
fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign man for The lucky fact of your existence Baby I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body
threads poetry written time dogmatically lifes plague the first aid acquired deficiency spreading it aimlessly have heart crash course caustic dripping gins the reaper body count
I'm coming from the streets She said I love the guys you can't trust Meet me here about dusk I was half dead then I got born again I got lost in all
Where's your anger where's their body count they want to know why you fight when the inside's rotting out here's their omission there's the infection
fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign land for The lucky fact of your existence Baby I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body
sun Angel on the head of a pin From the air to the body again Animals know how to begin a world that ends Drop out of the belly and cry Alive again
bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body
Yeah, you look grosser Flipmode You didn't do it again Yes I did I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad, so it's no surprise
No dreams or drugs like the slugs will I ever sell ya A man I am, in the body of a youth So don't play me like I'm Born Universe Truth Truth So when I
every day Nothin' free and nothin' easy ever comes my way Hands are calloused, my body is bruised I won't give up and I will not lose Just when you count