Lyrics:
number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
You been shot in the back
number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank
You been shot in the back
I promise you, take my Pinky
I'm wit Gang don't know a Yankee
In his feels cause his kid crank me
And his old lady wanna clank me
I heard him saying
to think, when my mind goes blank
You just can't think when your mind goes blank
In this game, hangin' with my crew
Robbing everybody, hell, I might've
broads goin' crazy (huh, yeah)
'Fore they knew who I was (who you?)
I was already blankin' (yeah, blank)
Had them 'bows in the pantry (huh, the pantry)
You
Girl I go
Dance for you
Dance for you
Dance for you
Girl I go
Dance for you
Dance for you
Girl I go
Crease for you
Crease for you
Crease for you
and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just
for this is my ticket to the Edmonton 5000, which will be given up for you.
UNCLE WALTER:
In a similar way, when their allotted time in the racquetball
uh uh uh uh uh)
All you gotta do is fill in the blank, uh
Fill in the blank like (Uh uh uh uh uh uh)
Ride until I (Uh uh uh uh uh uh)
I'm feelin' so
pressed like crease on my collar
Chanel, balenciaga. Ya can't tell me nada
Badder than the devil, so I pulling wearing Prada
Beast in the east, I'm a god
that ride that hunnid spoke
Red and blue from head to toe
Who needs a mothafuckin' friend?
You see them mothafuckin' rims
Met the devil in disguise
Justinian's Byzantinian Christian beliefs
There's a risen rhythm you can feel it all in the streets
Like a marathon or a parade
Poets might wanna pull they
And the cats try to get by
Where the tanks make holes in walls
So where does your mind go
When she smiles and you slowly fall apart
So what does your mind do
Life's a blank canvas spread out on an open floor
Unfold the crease so we can get a little more
cnd create the piece that defines my very core
it nuh real
You're in 2 deep
Then true things go sleep
You go decide to sneak some coke in your crease
It's in 2 deep
And go overseas
And same time
it nuh real
You're in 2 deep
Then true things go sleep
You go decide to sneak some coke in your crease
It's in 2 deep
And go overseas
And same time
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
who I was (Who you?)
I was already blankin' (yeah, blank)
Had them 'bows in the pantry
(Huh, the pantry)
Got your ho by her ankles (Huh, her ankles)
the streets
Duffle bag bust a thread out the crease (Thread out the crease)
You know what I mean (You know what I mean, you know what I mean)
Came in with
Chevy, what he on? Coke
Streets talk and they call it word-to-mouth
Whole hood know what you murdered by
Strip club poppin' but it ain't safe
Niggas tell
Pen and paper in your hand
No words come to mind
But time is on your side my friend
Blank thoughts leave you blind
Ideas flow, they come and go
But
born a blank bay and the world's here to fill my head
I'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me dead
You might see a painting in
to this, point blank range in your Range Rov'
Pistol with the kids an' rape your stray hoe
We The Murderers, yo, what you expect from us?
We niggas you
the patience
I’m learnin to see through the curses in the matrix
Charged Chidori for those who fake as Agent Smith
Erased begone lemme start again
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