Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

Keep you on my arm girl, you’d never be alone I can be a gentleman, anything you want If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go, I’d never let you go I’d like to be everything you want Hey girl, let me talk to you If I was your boyfriend, I'd never

She ain't really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin' A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?) Fake proper-talking, bitch be like "Please pass the Backwood" (what?) Trap boy Jack, I get the

Then my heart cried oh I love you so Love you so I was lost in the world of dreams Hunting every star shining over him, it seems I watch like a shepherd boy Searching for his laughing, and dancing everywhere You can walk, yeah you catching me You and I

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy

Playing (playing with the boys) Playing, playing with the boys One of life's simple joys Bodies working overtime Staying, playing with the boys After chasing sunsets Is playing with the boys I've seen enough I'd say it was the right time

Hold up, wait All of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves One day, I will forget their name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name One day, I'll forget their name, name, name (hold up, wait!) When I was twenty-seven every night I had dreams

New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

Every now and then, the stars align Boy and girl meet by the great design Everybody told me love was blind Then I saw your face and you blew my mind Finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones? Let's