to see Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became You blame it on blind faith I can't turn away from you What's my life if your gone Whatever you
Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became you blame it on blind faith can't turn away from you what's my life if your gone Whatever you
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see Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became you blame it on blind faith can't turn away from you what's my life if your gone Whatever you
to see Whatever you became Whatever you became Whatever you became You blame it on blind faith Can't turn away from you What's my life if your gone Whatever you
spawldy And I feel I'm the youngest, he expects a little more from me So I try to stay humbled and as you can see my vision you can see us Cash Money
I know you're everything Well, I know those tales you told I smell them in the breeze With every midnight break I make you beg me please I let my soul
we break it Loyal to this life there's no way to escape it You either make it or you take it If the game's in you, dedicated stay true Illegal life We
you, I was made to find you I was made just for you, made to adore you I was made to love and be loved by you? You were here before me, you were waiting
a life then became a bitch Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks Or they laying bricks I love the south like potato grits But I bet whatever if you
skips a beat to whatever you say What have I done to make you push me away You are my focus, you're the air that I breathe Can't imagine you with someone
you rappin' for, to get fame or get rich? I slap a nigga like you, and tell him, "Rick James bitch" With your Hollywood stories on porches We polly hood stories about who became rich And whatever
dawgs go through, a little nigga Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do? I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that i'ma hurt you If you
dawgs go through, a little nigga Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do? I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that I'ma hurt you if you
Hollywood stories, on porches We polly hood stories about who became rich And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch You didn't know where to aim it, you
[Chorus: Kastro] You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke You know a million people die
looks, wrote a verse holding your CD rack When I became a star, now girls show me their bikini wax And shower me in vaginal secretions for no rational reason Whatever
