Come on, my little ruin You're better than they they are But I'm not gonna gonna stand aside And watch them tear you up No, I'm not 'Cause you're better than they they are And I can't say it enough That's enough What are you doing

Get the vibe it's gonna gonna be lit tonight Don't be shy, take control of me And I would not lie or play you Gyal we never miss, gyal we never miss Feels how we do it Feel your eyes, they're all over me Hypnotized, pull another one It's alright, I know what

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

I'm gonna gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'll be glad I got 'em And make believe it came from you I'm gonna gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses at the bottom I'm gonna gonna smile and say I hope you're feeling

You're coming back! You've been gone much longer than you Ever said you had the plan to I'm just gonna gonna wait 'till you come home Though I count the days, they're grey without you The weather's much better when I think about you I'm just gonna gonna wait till

Nobody but (you) Took me for a (fool) You won't see no tears They They all dried up yesterday Do I spark the fear that I'm gonna gonna walk away Nobody but you I used to love (you)

They They put their trust in us They're gonna gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

Who remembers my haters when I was keeping it chill? Now hold up, shut up, who remembers my come up? Who remembers my protest when I had no full for my stomach? 'Cause if they they don't remember, gonna kick their butt, them hoes remember me Hold on, shut up,

Come On, Everybody! Get on, with your party! And don't let nobody say you're wrong. So you've lost control, But they'll never steal your soul That they're gonna gonna spoil your fun.

Yeah, hard body (hard body) Carter, carter Carter yeah Cash Money Young Money mother fuck the other side They They can fuck with us if they they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna gonna continue bombin' Til they they gettin' out the game, it's like comin'