Lyrics:
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
To war they loosen up
They live and they're more apt
To let live dig?
We dig
Sinatra: You know, I'd love to visit
Russia, and sometime later, China
Too i
Only ride with my niggas
Only ride with my hittas
Only ride with the brothers who been here since the beginning
Only ride with my niggas
Only ride
they're skilled
I'm so diffferent from these rappers who think that they're skilled
Hol' up
I'm so different from these rappers who think that they're
of her brother
That she took when she left home
She rolled her hair up like her mother
With her mother's ivory comb
She was sweet sixteen last Easter
But
down about the brothers who think they`re the boss
Think they`re getting large but in the end they pay the cost
Of their lives and that ain`t the way
graduated
Shawty buss it til her sheets all saturated
I actuated the pace
Steady moving up the ladder
Til' my feats are with the greats
Tryna get the bag up
caught up
To my cousin brothers
You know what it is
From the New Era caps
To the haircut trips
To my first performance
Manga sent my song to get mixed
near me in presence
Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter
To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their
Minds
Brother Grimm or Christ
Everything's a lie, my man. Everything's a lie
Better figure that out now than way too late in life
Then you work your way up
untraceable
And they're explosive head bullets, your favorite
Come here, son
Come here, for a minute
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yo, send Bobby
untraceable
And they're explosive head bullets, your favorite
Come here, son
Come here, for a minute
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Yo, send Bobby
low
I'm a friend, not a foe a pro, as a artist
Give my hardest as the farthest
That'll take it up the ladder
See, it really doesn't matter
Cause
damn near holy
If by myself, I call a hoe, just in case I get lonely
Twenty four on my grind
Like I'm balling with kobe
Betrayal ain't nothing new, from
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
and swallowed by the earth
Donald Trump don't worry about my Hulkamaniacs they're survivors
They're ready but you Macho Man
I don't care where you stand
I don't
at your freckles like they're galaxies
But I wake up alone from every fantasy
I think I dig my brother's girl
Takes me to another world
Every word she says
The seconds on the day of the Easter parade
There was a flower child
Running as fast as she can.
A new shade of rays and some bucket shoes
by Son of the Wolf they're just four blood brothers going over the edge
Eggin tykist mær bert ein gátt, sorgin skipar lagnutáttin
Sjálvur yrkti eg
OtterBox
Only holding pics so I call it reaching if you say you're shooting clips
No time to shoot the shits
Gotta prep this evening
Get my speech in
They're
Kons, PD, Vogue, Dego
Not people, they're hero's, keep me going when I'm feeble, cover my ears to the evil
Don't be ruled by your ego
(Uh)
It can get
black lungs
through my feelings, they're not gonna get back entire
So what's wrong?
Give me a chance
Strike me up and down if you want it
Let me misure
vision's turning cloudy
Cause they're listening to Fauci and I'm still after that clout, now check it
I been holding out for better days
I'm excited to find
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
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