Beaugé - Loved Lyrics

This is texture
Simply it just had to be
This rapping is like tapestry
Look Ma I didn't need a pen

If you rewind you'll find a line for every soul that I offend
They riding tire to the rim
Waiting for the wheels to fall trick
We fly the friendly skies

Tell me why its ride or die
You'll never tell your block goodbye
Yup we seen the truth
Streets that erase the youth
Shorty gold diggin' daddy's lap til her face is blue

Found faith and lost religion Christ or Christian Dior
Lined up in designer trick we'll take you to war

Took the soul out the jukebox
Money out the shoebox
A buck fifty no ox
Thug life no Pac

Ruff Ryders no Lox
Harlem with no Big L
Cali with no Dickie suits

Winter time no Timb boots
A yardman with no jerk
That's life without blessings

A studio no session
A studio no session