MasterFonso - The Maker

PEACE TO MY FATHER,PEACE TO THE MAKER…
PEACE TO THE PEOPLE WHO PASS ON THE DAILY JUST TRYING TO GET PIECES OF PAPER.

PEACE TO MY FATHER,PEACE TO THE MAKER…
PEACE TO THE PEOPLE WHO PASS ON THE DAILY JUST TRYING TO GET PIECES OF PAPER.

At this point in my life, I say fuck if she ladylike, long as she got a fat ass and she dances for some cash I invite her to stay the night

You know that she played it right...

Boy you know that she layed up right…

Take her back home we go in my room then I proceed to lay the pipe.


Play your cards…
Better hope that you play em right,
No second thoughts,
I trust in the process
, know that mistakes make for great advice.

My proceeds grow every night…

Progress is heaven-sent…

Women my greatest vice , God got my back like the clouds are my residence. AND the money my president,

My movements set precedence.

PEACE TO MY FATHER, PEACE TO THE MAKER

PEACE TO THE PEOPLE WHO PASS ON THE DAILY JUST TRYING TO GET PIECES OF PAPER.

PEACE TO MY FATHER, PEACE TO THE MAKER…

PEACE TO THE PEOPLE WHO PASS ON THE DAILY JUST TRYING TO GET PIECES OF PAPER.

Every day I speak to the kid in me,

Boy I know you believe in me,

Boy you know you a diety, boy I know you worth more than an M or a house or like bitch are you kidding me.

We been had it, we been there, we lost everything I lost everything know I been scared. That’s why I can air out my sins on the mic and broadcast that shit like im sinnclair

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