August - Tears Of Joy lyrics

rate me

Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. begin...

Lookin in the mirror but I don't see much

Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much

Watching the snakes so they don't creep up

But the way I'm gettin dis money niggaz can't keep up

U niggaz can't keep up

Niggaz got beef but it can't be much

I'm still walking through the crowds like I can't be touched

Top back all black Gretzky puck

Ice skater little later might let me fuck

Damn, she might let me fuck

Last night I cried tears of joy

Wat did I do to deserve this

Vacheron on my wrist a year ago

I didn't even know that bitches exist

Quarter milli for the motherfucker

No insurance on a motherfucker

Ain't life a bitch, but you gotta keep her wet

Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set

Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats

Biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my death

Yesterday I read my horoscope

Tell me lord will I be poor and broke

Tell me lord will I be dealing dope

I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes

Goodbye

To all the loved ones I leave behind

At least they can't see me cry

And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?

Thought having everything would ease my mind

If you could read my mind

My god, I'm scared

I have tattooed tears of joy

Last night I cried tears of joy

What did I do to deserve this

Young rich motherfucker still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it

GOD damn a nigga made it cremated in the church lord knows I'm blessed

5 different lawyers so you know I'm stressed

A punch in the face get you 300k

Ask glad now he back making minimum wage

Another victim of my criminal ways

I wanna walk in the image of Christ

But that bitch vivica nice

And I'm still swimming in ice

I'm just living my life

I'm just living my life

Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate

Life is just a pussy race

Snatch a bitch take her back to your place

Next mourning I can tell you how the pussy taste

I got expensive taste

Last night I cried tears of joy

What did we do to deserve this

Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmit Till

All the dead souls in the field

Lookin at my rolly it's about that time

White man had a problem wit mine

And we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy)

The revolution still applies

Probably still on the rise