Lyrics

Dolla Sign My nigga, won't you help me out? Gangland, I'm in love with the dealin' Barely clingin' to life as he suffer severely You could love me or fear me, you gotta feel me I don't wanna past from love, you better kill me If you don't get a pass, you lackin', you niggas hear me? Catch him in McDonalds, it's brackin', you niggas hear me? Ayy, we sincerely devoted if you ain't notice Fifty ball shoved in them denims, them bitches bloated You got respect for the stuggle if you've been honest Now I'm in the foreign, it's factory clear-coated Ayy, where the mansion for thugs? I'm tryna swift it Gotta be a fella to enter, it's real niggas Ohhh Ain't no place I'd rather be (rather be) Get it all for the family (woah) Sky-high, iced out paradise (way, way up) In the sky (sky, woah) Ain't no place I'd rather be (rather be) With the bros right next to me (woah) Chromed out mansion in paradise In the sky (yeah, yeah) Ayy, free the homies, if I could, I would I'm bad for the lawyers, he could tell the judge they should Break down the case 'cause it ain't happened like that It's the shit you gotta go through when you young and you black You weren't hood 'cause you family ain't have it like that With the gang, full of bang, 'case they were havin' a pack Ayy, past the strap, bust 'em, pastin' them back Ayy, was niggas really your friend, you have facts Now you gone and your bitch ain't showin' up She let a nigga fuck and your daughter, she growin' up This verse for my niggas locked up, I'm with ya Bunkin' with niggas, no pussy, stressed out, I feel ya Ohhh Ain't no place I'd rather be (rather be) Get it all for the family (woah) Sky-high, iced out paradise (way, way up) In the sky (sky, woah) Ain't no place I'd rather be (rather be) With the bros right next to me (woah) Chromed out mansion in paradise In the sky (yeah, yeah) Ohhh, I swear there ain't no place I'd rather be Ohhh, without you, where would I be? Where would I be at? Ohhh, ups and downs for real ones but we will never fall Ohhh, 'cause one day, everybody gotta go Ain't no place I'd rather be (woah) Get it all for the family (woah) Sky-high, iced out paradise In the sky (yeah) Ain't no place I'd rather be (woah) With the bros right next to me (woah) Chromed out mansion in paradise In the sky (yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) In the sky (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Johnny Lee Jackson, Larry D. Loftin, Claudio Cueni, Michael E. Herring, Anderson D. Jr. Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out