Слова:
Third Day My Heart

Father come and fill me up I can't wait for you to overflow my cup My heart makes me wonder how much longer 'Til you're coming back to take me away My heart

open Father come and fill me up I can't wait for you to overflow my cup My heart makes me wonder how much longer 'Til you're coming back to take me away My heart

for my family, my label and my set It's Young Money til my day the death, tell the rest to take a rest Theral breaded and blessed, my grime stressed Sometimes

And your mom was always acting crazy I was going down for the third time My heart was broken, I thought that loving you Was out of the question then I saw my

the stress get the best of me Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me Till my brain gets clouded by the memory My memory, hey yeah Stressing me, stressing me my

they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam, God forbid if my shit do Run behind a tree, fix my shit

the nigga that you trying to be watchin' my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day The Des

out Throw somethin down whenever my dick's out They know me so they restructure and reroute They know me from Washington to down south All the way to London to my

worthless kid Niggaz don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker If he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my dough, my flow, and my